No more

Don't pretend
I don't believe you any more
Don't talk
I won't listen to you any more
Don't preach
Your advice is not needed any more
Don't touch
You don't calm me down any more
Don't come in my way
You don't matter any more
Let me tell you this
I've had enough- no more

Ascent of Thoughts

Riding on anger
basking in arrogance
with chest widespread
and eyes so deep
I called for blood
And they begged for mercy
There is no space for clemency
Hunt them down
Break them up
Not a single soul shall escape
Sacrilege won't be forgiven
There will be no complacency
The hunt has begun
And extermination will be complete

Insanity

A cup of anger
A tinge of fear
palmful of pain
reasons vain
cometh thee
and conquer me

Fruits

I am a fruit seller. I bring fruits to my shop only when they ripen. Some fruits rot on the trees. They're not selected for the shop. Some fruits rot in the shop and damage the good ones too. I don't sell the rotten fruits. I don't want the smell of rotten fruits to disturb any of my customers. I don't want to desecrete my fruitshop. I spread fragrance and not the rotten odour.