Morbid Fascination

MORBID FASCINATION

I hide in the shroud,
Shying away from the sun n cloud.
I don’t look for reasons anymore,
Pain I go through has no cure.

It offers respite stopping now then n by,
Starts sporadically without any reason without any rhyme.
Cursing the palm the lines that criss-cross my palm,
Curdling Blood has now become calm.

Silently with patience i wait for my time,
God where has patience come, its not mine.

This morbid fascination has taken over again,
Its growing stronger to ignore it is vain.

The high from meandering in Arbit zone,
Moreover I m somewhat touchy somewhat prone.

Its falling again
Crazy as it seems
death is breathtaking
Dark yet beautiful..
Eerily yet silent..
Painful yet soothing

Ready to embrace me within its outstretched arms,
Enticing me with its devilish charms.
Softly Hissing” Your wish is fulfilled
Sleep till eternity enjoying bliss of senses dulled…”
Tried to purgate my soul of countless vices
But still what persists are my
Morbid Choices………