hard bound metal pulse
a round ball spinning boldly
a longing for life
so much for deaths side effect
but death do not exist only suffering
my mind could have been cleared
in each stuffed pain alienated
twisted i landed flat
in each fatal movement
of the see saw in my head
anybody could have tasted
terrorized smoke coming
a thunder in the middle of summer
in blackened chimney
of one’s illusion of good
artificiality is impossible
with this invisible fatal wound
i am human
dawn breaks, my vision still blurred
frozen tears are yet to melt
no sense
talking about this pain
but im helpless
seeking refuge in a cruel hammer
i just wish it is easy to sleep…
Copyright 2009 Micgui
