Latest Posts by by-kalika - Page 3
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
Dirty Bath Water
Laying in the bathtub trying to forget what I can't change. The sins of yesterday still taint what's supposed to be cleansing me.
Soaking, I wonder if tomorrow will be better, if tomorrow will be different.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.
The bubbles are made of your choices, & your desires are the soap that slides along my scarred & tired body.
Tonight. I lay in the swirling bath of the life you've poured for us.
I try to wash away your sins, scrubbing harder so that somehow I may leave room for the potential I know you have.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.
I dream of days where the bubbles may pop & fill the air with wonder, & the soap may be sensual instead of some kind of cleansing ritual.
Scrubbing scrubbing, scrub a little harder, scrub a little longer:
Maybe if you can't change, I'll become someone new.
Tonight, I wash you off of me, watching as our lives swirl down the drain. The stain of your lies rings the rim of my tub like maybe they're stuck here instead of to me this time. If I make this water deeper, will I still feel so blue?
Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner; maybe I'll be someone new.
-kalika
