Dead Pikachus

Blues of a sky
whites of a sun
scars of a moon
and the warmth of a gun

A pair of lips
crimson lust
In leaf filtered moonlight
dance specks of dust

Black guitar by a wall
rusty strings scream
soundless
bound to silence

Carcasses on the street
gnawed by crows
A fly feeding frenzy;
make love, lay eggs,
maggots.
Fucking Maggots!
Fucking shit up

Moist winds from the seas
tear through a coast
Break monsoon showers
bridge October roasts

A world around me
inspiring herself
I sit in my bedroom
Awaiting inspiration

Doodling Dead Pikachus

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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