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Following the death of honor men,
Walking towards where it begins.
Two faced bullets I fire,
Escaping reality killing my dreams.
Hugging night over light.
Something’s wrong, asking me to decide.
Clustered anger and denial
High tides, winds glow
Distorted mirror show
Every drop making a hole!
Grand supper to make me strong,
It’s not waste but it’s wrong.
Changing season on my call,
It’s a cycle. No right & no wrong.
Not so easy holding on,
I need it. I am not a headstrong.
Further walks, gripping it tight,
Everything counts low, still can’t stop the harm.
High tides, winds glow
Distorted mirror show
Every pill makes a hole!
Shades of fire,
Shades of grey,
I know you enjoy the fucking show!
Sooner or later you will take me away!
Akash
15/08/2010
ok, when the fuck did you start blogging!!!!! :P welcome to the blogging world kiddo! :) and the darkness still haunts you! :P
ReplyDeleteShh...No kiddo anymore. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd darkness? It's not a dark poem. Indeed, i don't even know if it fits in the category of poem or not
didnt get it at all..please explain
ReplyDeleteHahaha
ReplyDeleteYou are not the only person who didn't get this! So, chill!