I will be with you….in the lone & dark nights….in your horrors & terrors….in your fears & nightmares.

I will be with you…in your rage & cowardice…in your blasphemes & taboos…in your cheats & disgrace.

I will be with you…in your ego & pride…in your proclaim & vanity...in your desire & lust.

I will be with you…in your slug & dismay…in your mayhem & unrest…in your custody & owned.

I will never leave you….

Me….Your Sin

With darkness as my shroud & silence as my staff...

I paved across to the tomb...

Where my religion breathed its last moments...

Do not make me laugh as you speak about the dead, the dead in me....

We all crouched & bent down to the sermon
As the shaft of eternity touched us…immortality is what I asked

The platter was full now…the alms were given
The degenerated shreds of soul moved in a flux…

A fistful of earth and some threads of woven linen
I had to suffice for the rest of my life…..

Paths turn into dead ends & the living mockery of life ridicules....

As I stand like a lost child ready to re enter the womb.

The beast with the fangs sucks what I call my living force turning me into a crouching spine.

And the parasitical air erodes the soul leaving behind a fossil of raped conscience.

With the tomb of the dead self I walk across passing different men & women hoping to catch a flicker of life.

The mirage continues....