Sunday, October 28, 2007

PeRFeCT CRIMe...



Moonlight grazed the lake last night
As stars aligned for a beautiful sight
Her eyes of radiance sparked a flame
Whispers from the wind call her name

Sitting on a bench with a lovely view
There was nothing, I would rather do
Leaning her head against my shoulder
I kept her warm as the night got colder

The crime scene was perfectly placed
Go in for the kill, with no time to waste
I grinned as I gently kissed her forehead
"Baby, I love you so much" I softly said

She opened her glamorous eyes so wide
"I love you too," smiling as she replied
Kissing her lips I showed my affection
In that moment there was a connection

Happily we committed the perfect crime
But we were not getting caught this time
The crime scene left empty as we depart
Stole a priceless item, each other's heart

AM I DEAD!!!!!!!!!


the doors are open
and the window pans are swaying
quite i lie on the floor, motionless
am i dead!!!!

the silence of the room echoes
and the layer of dust on books deepens
and the walls around close down on me
so, am i dead??

the room desertedas it can get
and i see myself lying down
and then i go on my knees and pray for myself
i must be dead!!!

but who's him who's on his knees
praying for my soul
if that's me and mot my dream
then how am i dead??

my morals are dead and spirit extinct
heart false and love indistinct
every word turns into a mourn
so i should be dead...

paying tribute to my own self
and reachingto a point when
there's no way back
god just make me dead!!!!

LasT DEcibelS


i lose the lightness of being myself
through the last few breaths i exhale
the fear installs itself itself upon me
it grows darkwer and i grow pale

the world around revolves, making
the last moments even more woeful and dark
its not earth's rotation cos
i know i am already earth's part

the people around seem to come close
although i know they are going away
who will hold my hand now
when souls all around seem to decay

all the sounds have started fading away
i can feel my time is almost over
i can't hear the last decibels muttered
down i go, sinking lower and lower

i tried to give my best, did i?
i am the only one to think so
i am a part of the past now
its time for the seed over my grave to grow

What's this all about?

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