Tonight Poem by Akhil S Behl

Tonight I hate the world,


Tonight,

I lay down my weapons:

wheedling charm and wiles,

passion and morality,

ardour and indignation.



Tonight,

I revoke my pleasures,

and don the flimsy garb of indifference:

the armor of putrid hate.

Exhibitionist of my rank nakedness.



Tonight,

I surrender bliss.

And forego the warmth,

of a mother.

Or a lover.



Tonight,

I shall wallow,

in my own blood,

drink of my own cup,

and die of my own sin.



Tonight,

I shall consume -

my self.