Stockholm Sin-drome

Come, feed on my tears and blood, et al
Let me be a martyr to your pain
When world which works on raw rationale
Is all sold out to the holy human stain!

Your fear is my faith now my faith your fear
We complement each other’s scheme
Why should my heart bleed like Shakespeare
When there’s no verse left to redeem!

How long will not you kill me Sir
Why don’t you set me free at last
Your every stare is death’s whisper
And smile as if death’s die is cast!

“Won’t you play out Russian Roulette” with me
My nemesis dared my chromosome
As I smirked at a sadist’s rhapsody
Tethered to my “Stockholm Sin-drome“!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra

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