I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver

I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer

I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.

Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To

When you Are young You Could Only

May so be it Life will be it Love will also be it Music will sing it Rituals will be a part of it

I have learned from so many arts And little art had learned from me… I have gazed at so many light And few lights had gazed at me, I have seek and wander for too lon…

Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary

I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if

There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.

Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…

Demons I will bring out the demons in you I will close the trenches and make The demons feed in you They will feel what it’s like for…

You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.