Living Phobias Ft. Three65

crush it.

i hold violence in my hands so i can crush it.

like citrus in a damn Sunkist,

i love it.

rinds of benevolence just can’t cut it.

can’t quit this;

can’t rise above it,

cause the juice is worth the squeeze.

poisoned orange intravenously,

fruit of the poisonous tree;

peel back what’s inevitably

flowing cold inside of me.

my anger chills righteously—

hellish from the seventh to ninth zone.

so-da freeze’s frigid to the depths

of my spinal bones

close to my heart;

can i kill the bicarbonate spark?

so-di-um salt tears can’t boil over

as acid starts to depart,

leaving a mark.

like angry chem-trails grieving the sky;

sickening all

that can’t bear to say goodbye.

pop another top, squash it with a sigh.

addicted to the misery, to the high—

to sugary sweet trickery,

and i don’t know why.

-kalika

Cold Pizza at 5AM

-kalika

-kalika

Labyrinth

songs with no closure;

regret beats a solemn drum.

alice enchained paths to nowhere:

a house of reflections I can’t outrun.

confined by hatred’s vanity,

reliving terror, an R.I.P. rewind.

straight off the edge of insanity,

diving deeper, cornered in my mind.

cobwebs quiver, bounce in worry,

calling forth torture’s reprimand.

I strangle slowly, absent mercy

imprisoned in a twisted wasteland.

eternal silence oozes nightmares,

and ghost drown my daydreams.

darkness devours hope’s light flares;

my mind wanders playing schemes.

shrouded by the devil’s dealings

and wrapped in ruined rhymes.

swallowed by mixed feelings,

I’m trapped between two minds.

a graveyard of tortured ruins,

plagued by memories forsaking,

I’m lost in my head’s labyrinth,

a marred maze of my own making.

tortured by a noxious decision,

a soul made by its own mirage.

I’m cornered by a conscious collision

by hollow haunting of self-sabotage.

“this is not a place of honor;”

poisoned ivy creeps into my thoughts;

I’m my most formidable monster;

to flames of chaos, I’m the moth.

-kalika

-kalika

Beyond the Trees

-kalika

star-crossed lovers series, pt.3

-kalika

-kalika

-kalika

You Can Find Me

all the commentary’s unnecessary

when i walk with those not at rest;

so i sit at the cemetery

when i need to clear my head.

they say death is hereditary,

so i don’t fear my final breath.

there’s peace in being secretary

for the thoughts left by the dead.

you can find me laying by mounds

beside the freshly dug up dirt.

i’ll be listening to the sounds—

witnessing silence go unstirred.

i stare longingly up at the clouds

wondering why i’m still here on Earth.

this’ the place to bury all my doubts

to pack down all my fear and hurt.

-kalika