Thursday, November 30, 2006
The beauty is not for me
The beauty is not for me;
The perfumed garden is suffocating;
The flute sound makes me sob;
I feel like crying in celebration.
Find me among the debris….
Awake whole night with the wounded bird
..…in company of a dying flower.
…At the funeral of a chopped tree.
I stand behind all the losers
its the nightmares that give peace to my mind;
agonizing death plays a immortal tune for me;
…i wish to take rest among the dead.
They say only the dead have seen the end of suffering
then why is it bad to be dead inside;
Pain feeds and fuels my hunger;
alone is the best company i have.
The fire heals my wounds;
The destroyed lives cause my rebirth;
Poison satisfies my thirst;
This beauty is not for me .
Pretty sad isn't it