Monday, March 03, 2008
..from a pavement dervish..
Tear myself apart
Bleed myself dry
Cut this heart out
Ha, without a cry
No sleep, nor joy
Can find me here
In this void hell
Not even mama dear
No whisper of music
Nor taste of wine
No smell, no faint
Touch of lover mine
Stuck in a limbo
I remain alive
Only a statistic
A drone in a hive..
 
posted by One Bizarre Scribe at 10:42 AM | Permalink |


2 Comments:


  • At 11:45 PM, Blogger Gayatri

    humm. there are shades of Grey closing around you.

    shirk it off and splash on some bright blue and yellow my friend =)

     
  • At 11:50 PM, Blogger acid_ice

    oh well, there's black, white, n shades of grey. period. the rest, optical illusion? difference in perception?