Sunday, 12 May 2013

Cascading driblets of colorless hues.

melody of parched dreams linger
  with a hum of death and malevolence
I hear them all day long and I can't
  stop humming it from my throat

Death could have been better
  if it would flow through the crimson crevice
of my heart like hot wax melting with ire
  that wouldn't hurt me.

Than with the fact I had to go through
  with only sleepless nights
and soaked pillow with patches of tears
  stained like dried blood of pain.

Life has treated me pretty badly
  with sunken eyes and torn lips
I pray to the almighty for a better day
  without tears and sleepless night!