The Condom Song

As the fever shoots up,
And the thermo-meter stats show temperatures insane-
All my fevered brain wants,
is to collapse and be bygone.
All my thoughts run in spiral webs-
Ruminating on the errs that wrought the human decibel.
Strange how the known becomes a stranger-
In a matter of seconds.
Dreams turn their backs on you-
As you're lost in your own wonder-
At how foolish you were-
To trust the same game.
Matter of hearts-
Bound to change-
Most remain double minded-
Choosing hypocrisy over truth.
Use and throw-
Like condoms sans protection.
The penetration is ugly as it leaves its foul mark.
I reach out for the cup of green tea getting cold-
Hunger seems dissipated from mind, body and soul.
Blank eyes stare at dead walls-
Tearless the jerks of mind - twerk about.
Tasteless the tea is thrown aside-
Just like a familiar face I greet in the mirror everyday.
Fetal position, I lie balled up-
My hedge against the ledger of brutality.
Questions rage on-
Did an honest smile deserve the charred ruins?
Perhaps did-
In this dog-eat-dog world,
Using condoms the wrong way seems legit-
Guilt-free indulgence and then confession booth training.
The spineless runs back to the known arms
To proclaim the sins of having diverted-
Unmindful of the sordid damage wrought
On the frail soul left behind.
Saving and reviving seem to light up paths to life-
Not living -
Life is just a journey where you meet people
As lessons mostly.
Dogs bless you-
There's no God above to hear your cries.
You try to wipe off memory instead.
Alone in your universe,
You fight your way through-
You falter- used and broken-
But law states that one must rise up too.
Surely, but at what cost?
A soul-dead weight walking on earth
In its lonesome song?
Rivulets break free-
Of  the kohled constriction
As the jagged ends seem more painful-
With every minute,
Existence seems unbearable.
As the smoke rises up in ashes-
Sometimes, you pray for your end
To be near too.