Wednesday, April 1, 2009
It is going to burn me alive
My skin has burnt
My soul is parched
My bones catch this fire
You touched me everywhere
now where should i run away?
the place where you wont barge in.
How am i going to survive?
Shall i do something with this knife?
and just close my eyes.
You completed me in perfect way
and left me in the middle of this way.
Like you always said
"you will have more prints of me
on your soul"
but now these prints
make me moan!
I feel your touch in the middle of night
i feel someone holding me tight.
I want to hate you tonight
so that i can stay out of your sight
P.S:I was impressed by this "When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay"