Monday, November 12, 2007

Sad Schizo

Purple sun starts the day,
With mirage and mystique.
Unlike a predicament,
A predicament with dismay.

Snoring walls all around,
Haunting grounds of your thoughts
Grieving air with sorrow's laughter,
A sorrow's laughter unbound.

Heart pounding with absurdity
That can never be untrue, 
With flicking moments seemed dull
Puzzle forming inside me.

Loud whisphers haunts me still
A boisterous cry through my veins,
With echoes of my past
That can never ring the bell.
*march0703

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