Death Note

Hollow inside, a broken soul,

I drown in the smoke that fills this hole.

I sit with my life and talk of her role

as she covers my neck with her silken stole.

 

The time of this meat

suit that I wear,

is withering away

while I sit in my lair.

 

Our bodies entwined in deaths lowly stare

My life and I, a necrophilic pair.

Our ascension to the heavens may just be a fake

while we fall asleep with each breath we take.

 

Through broken fragments of a memory,

we realize we’re not what we used to be.

I realize now that my body may die,

my body may die but my psyche shall persist,

long after I cease to exist.

 

 

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

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