Spiritual Kuruptcy Poem by pranam abbi

I needed a hit, reduction of the temptation
That would need me to kill, I was so ill
Blood thirst, virgin kill, closer to tihar, solitary padded cell
That was my aim in life

Spirits engulfed me, as I pulled out my blade
Destined for a name, the vocal chords of a face
A U-turn, a mere call, a walk back, a stormy dusk
That's how the day ended with the beginning

Walking in the streets, fear of barking dogs
Almost came to disrupting nature's peace, with my release
Reaching out, aluminium rod, street dogs, red roads
That was my aim that night

Laughter of a mad man, exposed incognitia
Sight for my mother and father, one cried other just gazed upon his son
Terra incognita, persona non grata, cold coffee, a good sleep
That happened that very dawn

Spiritual kuruptcy, initial disease
With no being, I was left in isolation with my release