Behold,
A golden necklace,
To caress my neck,
Its chains so strong,
Mind-blowing gift.
Alas,
A box,
Filled with candy,
A perfect conjunction,
Of white assortment.
This comb so shiny,
Running through my hair,
Silky strains pave my skin
Till I conjure with flair.
And a glass, of sugar-sweet,
To perfume my lips,
Now,
I feel the heat.
A dying picture,
The lonely street.
Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...
...the silence escaped my sweet Lullabies...
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Simple
Oh Hell, Oh hell,
What have I done.
Don’t think I’m well,
I plunged the fun.
Deep in my cell,
I clutch my gun.
Push down the bell,
Forgot to run..
What have I done.
Don’t think I’m well,
I plunged the fun.
Deep in my cell,
I clutch my gun.
Push down the bell,
Forgot to run..
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
SCHIZOPHRENIA : On the other side

So, i follow her;
Those deep green eyes,
Her fear that dies,
Hidden close, by lies,
The night-marish cries.
Before her I stand,
Clean glass at sight,
Can’t block her Hand,
I lost the fight.
Tiles walls close in,
My voice is numb,
She smiles at me,
Cold loss at sea.
I watch her go,
The mirror breaks out,
Next time she comes,
It’s me she’ll doubt.
There, I stand
Reflect the vile ghost,
Alone, she’s no clue,
Her soul’s almost out.
Those deep green eyes,
Her fear that dies,
Hidden close, by lies,
The night-marish cries.
Before her I stand,
Clean glass at sight,
Can’t block her Hand,
I lost the fight.
Tiles walls close in,
My voice is numb,
She smiles at me,
Cold loss at sea.
I watch her go,
The mirror breaks out,
Next time she comes,
It’s me she’ll doubt.
There, I stand
Reflect the vile ghost,
Alone, she’s no clue,
Her soul’s almost out.
Monday, June 2, 2008
The coming hour
Rage and hate and hate and Rage,
A clicking clock escapes its cage.
A time so far, so far the Time,
When addicts await a thriving crime.
And so we sigh the coming hour,
Where sour-sweet turns sweet to sour.
Through sickness that in all us feed,
The time, that time, excites our seed.
A clicking clock escapes its cage.
A time so far, so far the Time,
When addicts await a thriving crime.
And so we sigh the coming hour,
Where sour-sweet turns sweet to sour.
Through sickness that in all us feed,
The time, that time, excites our seed.
Innocent Prey
The valleys widen, and mountains grow,
The heavens have turned a silent glow.
Streams lurk, dark rivers flow,
Thunder comes prompt a-slow.
Her hands ravenous
Those lips so sharp
Hail every moment
Her lullaby harp.
As slaves turn wild
They see no harm,
Till all goes quiet,
Now spills Alarm.
The heavens have turned a silent glow.
Streams lurk, dark rivers flow,
Thunder comes prompt a-slow.
Her hands ravenous
Those lips so sharp
Hail every moment
Her lullaby harp.
As slaves turn wild
They see no harm,
Till all goes quiet,
Now spills Alarm.
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