Crimson tears, trickle down my face
its like I'm far behind in this rat race
Front it what is visible, back is scarred
Don't know whats going on, brains are barred
Thunderstorms, lightning cracks
all in the head, nothings on track
Stings of thorns, oozing blood
pain on the face, closing bud
Looking up to the so called God
Searching for the heavenly light
This is not the life I ordered, I scream
Not your dish? eh?...
-kd
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3 comments:
this is officially the most thought provoking one so far...
i love it!!!
u hav some vision!
its by far the best read till date!
loved it. neednt say anythin more.
tc
regards,
Dheera
closest to the furrent state of reality...wallowing in the throes of unemployment
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