we are the offsprings of tangled web wires
who make their dreams come true
by locking the catastrophe out of
the beautiful wallpapered screens
never opening our eyes to the bright light
of approaching armageddon, instead
build our kingdoms of followers,
crowning ourselves Kings, winning battles
shooting fancy opinions, always clicking, collecting trophies
the children built up of broken jig saw puzzles
of million wrong boxes & unnecessary baggages
our DNA with grey smoke threads sculpting us into skeletons with
socketed eyed, empty skulls, twig twisted tongues and snappy fingers
we aren't the generation
who get scared by horror movies
we inspire those movies instead
we are the generation in need of
exorcism to free us of our demons
that aren't real enough
for the world to see
or call them by their names out loud;
that aren't imaginary enough
for us to stay in our heads
and not crawl out our hairs and
spill blood like beads of sins in a sanctuary
so we choose our words very carefully
measuring the shade of every sound
not to let tar drip down the tongue
and we choose the words very carefully
tip toeing the unknown published territories
not to miss "trigger warnings" at the beginnings
and justification laced post scripts in the end
we are the offsprings of reapers
with sour hearted arid throats
we are the generation staying too high
drowning in almost unsinkable lows
