![]() Sick & ParanoidA Poem by Abhishek Izy![]() A pop culture insight into a mind so confused at its failures that it keeps looping back to itself with no progression whatsoever.![]() Night looks so dead, like it feels so cold in my head, Ahead, looks so dark & growing. I better run instead. Panting, I do. True, yet still standing, not understanding. Confused like my brain's starving, and time is f*****g warping. The madness in me is crowning. Frowning, I break in all sweat. F**k me, I'm maybe Sun-downing. Life wasn't straight, yet great. Like it was just yesterday. Yay, was lil fun. Now clearly undone,the bullet's outta gun. Its crazy, all I thought. I definitely wasn't hitting home run. Standing I'm and yet so falling in, Sin, god damn its crawling on my skin. And I looks so fucked,and its still f****n Honey, must say,you looked like a shooting star, from so far. And f**k then I wished, till you flew closer. An inferno at war. See, and you blew on me. And now ain't stoppin f*****g my scar. Trailblazing, like the northern lights. Strikes, from the heights. I'm so dead, yet it fights.All's left is what you bled. And now you're so cold. And stare, not that you f****n care. Bare. And naked, I wriggle and crawl in front of a thousand glare. Caught in some festival of hell, pretending like it aint no fair. I crib, while you walk out with some millionaire. Maybe I'll shut up now, trying somehow Allow, to settle in some peace. And now, As you leave me in smoke, I wish thee Ciao!! © 2019 Abhishek IzyFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on January 5, 2019 Last Updated on January 5, 2019 Tags: Rap, Pop Culture, Emotions, Rhyme, Paranoia, Confused, Dope, Love, Failures, Psychedelic Author![]() Abhishek IzyBengaluru, IndiaAboutHello Everyone, This is Abhishek Kumar, and I had an old profile here which isn't accessible anymore under the pen name "AbhishekIzy". Hence creating an entirely new profile, though I might be import.. more..Writing
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