Poem - Insanity

Swollen eyes, he grinds his teeth while pulling at his hair,

Whilst cowering in a dark corner in a fit of despair.

Thoughts racing, heart beating faster than it should,

Opiated himself more than he ever thought he could.

Paranoid to no end with lack of oxytosin,

It only gets worse without his share of serotonin.

Receptors fucked and agitation rising like a tower,

Sweating like a godfucked pig, hour after hour.

Lonely, broke and jobless, he stares at the horizon,

A sign of freedom in contrast to his psychosis - an endless prison.

The rainbows and the clouds have all forsaken him to the edge

Of his limit and now he's about to step off that inviting ledge.

Nobody understands him, those insiduous bastards of annoyance,

Have raped him with their pretencious intensions and fucked with his tolerance.

To what end is he meant to stubbornly keep himself ostracized,

An anti-social masochist, ripped apart and self-victimzed.

The music helped - oh yes it did, so very long ago.

But that was before the pains inside had threatened to kill him slow.

A neurotic fragment of what he was, he can't go on like this,

Perpetually ripping apart innocent souls, sadistically he calls it bliss.

A self-induced plague of hedonistic fate, 

He'd like to gauge your eyes out and lay them on a plate.

And skullfuck you, imaple you and stab his dick right through you, 

You'd wish you knew, how the fuck he knew, when exactly and how to break you.

Paralyzed in hallucination of endless fucking slaughter,

the beast in him craves for sodomistic slaughter.

It lay forgotten how this automated and led to endless sorrow,

Continual pain, his demons unslain, there's always more for the morrow.

A Poem By Nicky Khilnani