Tuesday, August 26, 2008

full of lies

With the bright monochromatic dream,
Am the wounded clown tired of lying?
I just want one tear of pity,
Wet this parched throat
With your red drops.
Because to me a dream is a black death
When I wake up in the morning
Am resurrected again
Am tired of repeating the same thing everyday
Are you tired of living?
Or of dying?

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