Its time for time to do the killing

To some, the greatest healer
To some, something to bide
To some, something to kill
It has never really waited for one.

Me, I have killed
so much of it
that I am tired.

And now that I am tired,
It has regrouped and gathered strength
And its coming back to me
with an unprecedented vengeance.

I am the resigned general
with my troops surrounded
Do I surrender?
Or do I fight till I die?
Does it really matter?

Alas, the foe won't accept a surrender.
Befallen on the general
is the onus to fight
but my troops are running helter-skelter with fright.
Like an omen it looms on my head,
Won't rest a quantum of self
till he sees me dead.

I wait for the assassin
It approaches in silence
But I can sense
his growing confidence
as to me he marches.

He'll get me in the end,
of that I am sure
Because he got them all
who were much stronger than me.

There was a time
we were best of mates.
Worked together
for both our sakes.

Now, it seems, he blames me
For, I know not what
but so much wrath
can't be without a cause.

"Why me?" I could cry
"Why not?" he would reply.

I wait not for a gesture of his hands.
For my assassination is by my own hands.

Thorns of Bliss

It's in solitude
that mind takes flight
but it's amongst friends
that it desires to be.

It's in angst
that this hand
moves like the wind
and in satisfaction
thoughts desert the mind.

It's in fervor of hurt
that passion surfaces
but in delight
you ought to look at my plight.

And hence, I have come to desire pain.

They call me crazy,
they call me mad.
But try and understand me,
for all is desire
is to write.

Moving On

Once upon a time,
Not very long ago
I saw light at the end of the tunnel
Until he came along and claimed the tunnel
threw me out
and owned the light
that had shone for all.

Now the tunnel
lost its charm to me
Oh! What I'd given
for moments of that light
And now, one look at it
tells me its not mine
and I don't desire it anymore.