The addiction

Somewhere in time and space,
Someone saw what shouldn’t be seen,
Filled the demand on the world’s most powerful desire,
A trap that is very hard to escape, burning more than fire.

In self exploration, you eat without eating,
Like a dog salivating without feeding,
Craving for more, ready to crash anything that obscures vision,
Staring upon glass, like narcissus adoring his own reflection.

After many days of hunger and lust,
They were enticed to cut their bodies last,
Eat their own flesh and blood, they couldn’t endure no more,
Something their mind never thought before.

The pinkie has blocked man’s power of reason with clouds,
Constantly torturing him to look for things that shouldn’t be found,
He says, ‘you really need more of that! Though you can’t touch the pinkie but atleast you can see it or cleave yourself if you see neat!’.
The heart becomes lighter and agrees with it.

Wasting time and energy without benefit,
Legs become weaker and tired, no more fit,
Weary from standing too much looking through glass,
Seeing others eating the meat with a fork of brass.

Being there for hours and unnoticed,
Alienates the self from others without notice,
After a long journey of darkness, everything you see is meat,
You become better in being worse, your life force is overwhelmed by defeat.

The infinite glass is rigid full of compassion,
I’d rather go back and gratify satisfaction,
So much better than being around the masses,
A vicious cycle of pinkies and busty asses.

Life becomes meaningless and over-futile,
Is this what my life has become, so weak and fragile?,
If this is what I’ll still be doing then life is pointless,
What was supposed to be sweet becomes bitter then tasteless.

The past tormenting me in the present, I’m now it’s creature,
Boundary succeeds to be broken through into the future,
Finally i’m imprisoned by my own self in this terror of darkness,
The bars are not easy to break, cause I’m blurred by blindness.

The all-powerful is silent, i thought he was powerful,
Spent so much time asking maybe he would be helpful,
But only by the power of my will i can survive,
Fighting to let go so that i can thrive.

I made my own devil, nurturing it with undivided care,
Travelled with it all the way down to hell with beef as fare,
The stairs are not burnt, and i have the key to break free,
Stay or escape, the prize is yours to claim still.