Brain Ooze I

Death be the cause to free me from the excruciating task of over thinking. Some days the sun doesn't rise as my eyes just are too clouded with apprehensions. Go home and tell your girl about my drunken adventures, make her want me and see me laugh at you getting limp. Don't put your hand inside the beehive as it will spoil the delicate in you, let me be the bad guy here and lend you my shoulder. Why should a nice guy be all white, gray is the new black and it suits me. I'm a difficult friend to hold on to.

These squares I walk in are getting smaller, in this perimeter I found myself getting older, the doors and walls of the room keep shrinking, a half hearted clapsed hand I have to leave coz it belongs to someone else. Though we may laugh and cry together but we are never together. Crooked teeth have their own perfection in smiles that breach the soul. Words come out of our mouth and they mean something different altogether, might be a poem or story which resembles our life. All the good ones are taken, that is the rule of god. A misconstrued one though as nothing is permanent and everything is permitted in this world built on centuries of sins and goods. A battle rages between the doers and those who blabber, never to come near the exhiliration of taking part all the mouths would never beat the master hand performing.

And as my chains begin to loosen up,the ambers so golden floating besides my eyes take control,they wake up the raging monster hidden deep inside the cave, he notices everything and builds up the anger inside, all the small things which the conscious mind does not seem to register are all present and rotting the monster's mind. In a deep rut this one, after you give yourself to the liquid in your brain, that is the moment the mojo rises and that mojo can make or break your relations.