rip van winkle...
Enter uninvited
Escape uninhibited
They fix you
Mirage of hope
Dungeon of fears
They offer you salvation
Moist nostalgia
Biting memories
They leave behind a bittersweet taste
They possess your space…
In no particular direction,
They head
Discreetly wavering
Consciously plunging
They enslave you
You struggle
You surrender
You lose yourself
It’s a vain attempt
They possess your will…
Sometimes a castaway
Sometimes a conqueror
Sometimes a banal reiteration
For that momentary lapse of consciousness
They possess your entity…
Struggle within
It’s a blasphemous combat
Captivate
Stillness
Chaos
Exhausted
You will them to leave
Eyes shut
A sigh escapes your mouth
Implore
Pleasure
Climax
Desperate
You will them to capture your being
Your thoughts… they possess YOU…
Escape uninhibited
They fix you
Mirage of hope
Dungeon of fears
They offer you salvation
Moist nostalgia
Biting memories
They leave behind a bittersweet taste
They possess your space…
In no particular direction,
They head
Discreetly wavering
Consciously plunging
They enslave you
You struggle
You surrender
You lose yourself
It’s a vain attempt
They possess your will…
Sometimes a castaway
Sometimes a conqueror
Sometimes a banal reiteration
For that momentary lapse of consciousness
They possess your entity…
Struggle within
It’s a blasphemous combat
Captivate
Stillness
Chaos
Exhausted
You will them to leave
Eyes shut
A sigh escapes your mouth
Implore
Pleasure
Climax
Desperate
You will them to capture your being
Your thoughts… they possess YOU…
posted by NEHA DUTTA at 5:15 AM
5 Comments:
So who are they? And have they got ya?
You know, the best thing about your blog is the title... "It's a cheap cliche"
"it's a cheap charade" u mean.
they possess your will, entity, your space.. you.. eyes are shut.. banal reiteration... blasphemous combat..
if i have understood this right.. the different ways and forms of possession are ever expansive.. damned for the simple want of resistance ' you will the, to capture your being"...
a sigh escapes your mouth".. why.. a sigh.. imploring pleasuring and climaxing produces a sense of resignation... the primal word of this sleep infested way of words is "chaos"
breathe easy..
gud 1
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