Sunday, February 18, 2007

pink wound and black rain

fighting our worst fears
leaving behind red tears

opening those sealed windows
chasing our own shadows

leaning against cold blood
crying for some black rain

the violet flash passes by
the wound is pink, and so is the pain

don't ask for love anymore
ask for some more life

and stop searching your reflections
at the sharpened edge, of the knife

cut your throat deep and hard
kneel down and pray for death
see the serpentiine in my eyes
hissing of the breeze is not a myth

if your eyes can't bear any more
pull those balls out of the sockets
stop looking for excuses,
stop searching empty pockets

CHINAAR

Chinnar: a woman who snatches a man who belongs to another woman, in order to satisfy her thirst, her ego or her conviction. A cell phone i...