Apocalypse

I saw the best minds of my generation getting destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

Stripping off the sheets of sanity and blending with the darkness,

Staring with half-open eyes at the follies of dead humanity,

Syncing with the Symphony of screeching sounds and the buzz of morbid-ness.

I heard the silence screaming in the emptiness, breathing, audibly agitated,

Waking up with wandering thoughts thumping the air of consciousness, 

Getting dragged by paranoia at the scaffold of imagination,

watching the monotonocity waiting to be executed.

I smelled the fumes of anger,

Pungent with ego, envy and hatred,

Polluting the virgin air of love with shadowy sins of disintegrating world,

Coloring the retinas with the soot of hell fire fuelled by the foolishness.

I sensed the shiver seeping through the shredded skin,

Reverberating through the catacombs of dead,

Resurrecting the righteous to tread on the sands of time,

Enacting in the nauseating noise, a strangely silent mime.

The visage of world is ever changing but the madness remains the same.

Marks on such a World could only be left by being insane!