Foxtrot

  An entity unknown to this mere being, as you ask, so I plead guilty, never had foxtrot tasted the scrumptious desert named “JOY”. Favored to the fortunate comes this mysterious noun you wish to call joy. Deprived in the scorching sands of time, dearth of patience engulfs this cursed mind, Foxtrot searches for even a single moment that truly brought pleasure to his soul. Rambling in the dark and so he finds what he truly desired, an omen signaling the end of his suffering. His heart bursts open, and so comes out the impetus of life, blood. What is it that you truly meant when you asked, describe your joyous moments? Did you mean the time, Foxtrot’s vixen bled in his arms? The soothing pleasure you feel when someone dear dies in your arms, you then only truly value them. I too shall one day iterate to you what joy is, maybe not today, maybe another day.

 Drenched are the pages of history Reason is a known mystery  Shuffling the cards of fate I visualize God's hate Driping down foxtrot's cheek Is the impetus of life I seek Shivering he walks wobbling  Lays on the ice sobbing

 Drenched in blood i witness Arms around his mistress Unleashed thy thee beast Now you enjoy a feast Unchained are your desires I see her tangled in wires Penetrating into a realm unknown I see a beauty savagely shown Visible to the naked eye  Screams, cry and sigh! Contemplating a decided fate  Leaves the world in utter hate

Stripping down arm in arm In my head we were living in a farm Don't know why these memories swarm, my head Souls are dead Moving farther away, leaving As I am on my knees begging I see a tattered image An unreal past I envisage Frivolous thoughts keep circling Whilst I am hallucinating  Deeds never meant to be There is no you and me Desirous of an unreal fate For you to be my mate Did I what I hate A useless poem I did state