In An Instinct
You are running out of strength.
by Sparsh Jain
Halluciantions of the past poke you on your joy-ride.
Self-discovery is a work for tomorrow,
So, what's on your bucket list next?
Suffocate another friend?
or to pull over and put some smoke in that stranger's eye.
Shouting 'you don't want this',
Giving youself false rest, to bide.
Hop on, it's fun ride.
There dies, another snide.
It is fucking important for you, ain't it?
To put on that brave face and see
who to suffocate next.