Poem - Freedom

With a noble attempt have I tried to bask myself in your embrace,

only to descend to a neurotic fragment of my former self and completely out of place.

I can only blame my godfucked past for the pathetic, frail, wretch I have become,

driven by the nefarious strings of sadistic fate, entwined around insiduous opiates and ungodly rum.

My sould pulses at ten times what it did before, 

brought on by sleepless nights without you, having left me sore.

The anger drives me insane and has forsaken me into blaming karma,

and now the voice inside of me is driven by hypocritical and perpetual paranoia.

My perserverance is near-dminished and the incipient end is near,

and soon my lack of optimism in this fabled lust will betray me, I fear.

I have brought this upon myself and need a lot more now than sheer luck,

to keep your angelic persona a part of my life, instead of to rot in a cancerous pile of regret and godfuck!

But praised be my sense of stubborn will,

for I now declare that something be done while still..

permitting this love to flourish without my obsession...

to forsake why this all began and endure the reality that all a girl wants is her fucking freedom.

A Poem By Nicky Khilnani