About Me

October 20, 2012

Song of Hope

There won't be visions
Mind is a big blank white screen.
The only thing you know doesn't exist. 
The only thing you see is unreal. 

Except for one. 

World shredded to pieces. 
Broken green glasses of wine scattered on the floor,
The world was green before.
And all the noises were music composed in A Minor.
That's all there was to see.
That's all there was to hear.

Except for one. 
Voices submerge into a dying black sun
Burning eyes fall from molten skies.  
Words crumble,worlds jumble.
False promises lay naked in vain
and lies drool over uncovered truth.

Disturbed evolution. Disturbed sanity.
Except for one.  

Except for this one:
Amidst the chaos of the world grotesque. 
Right in the middle.
Underneath gloom,boom & doom.

Across the corridor from ancient faceless figurines: 
There lies a puddle of black plague .

And a little red rose floats on it. 

October 11, 2012


Masks unfold.
Uncontrolled actions.
Devour yourself,
In lost faith.

Unburden those chains
Hanging from throat
Growing unconscious conscience
Growls creeping closer

Heretic mind
Wander lust
Unholy host
Dummy peers

All bind within yourself.