Termite infestation
In my heart.
Crawling everywhere,
These dusty burrows
Tell me that they're
A piece of art.
Leaches feeding
On my soul.
Purge of my mind,
The Holi I'm part of
Is a bloody war.
Blood has turned
Thick,
My veins might
Cry a revolt..
A nuclear fission
In wake,
My mind might
Explode.
The decay I'm
Undergoing better
Be radioactive.
Thorium and
Radium cascades
Are fine.
Even radon and
Polonium can be
A bearable delight.
Till the isotope,
I'm gonna be is a
Another piece of
Art...
Even a nuclear
Armageddon is
A tequila shot.
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