Unwilling

By Shreeyash Bahuguna

The air is getting thinner , 

the nicotine smoke looks at me like 

a cock hungry whore beside 

cheap liquor . 

liquor ! liquor! chug the cheap quicker 

I have,a lot of time to kill 

so fill up the liver , BURN THE LUNGS 

like burned barrel of guns . 

I boon of death cause soon,it will me 

mine 

I’ll fall from the fifth storey shithole and 

BURN BRIGHT might be after that I’ll 

make five good stories . 

solitary screaming suffering of solipsism

experience the ecstacy of escapism so

fall down to 

rise up or wherever heaven is to get roses on sepulchre 

so fuck enlightment and let me barf my grief.

By Shreeyash Bahuguna