Black ribbons
Clung through my skin
like river's wide lullabies,
Leaving traces of
blood dripping
While satiate words
of your dissatisfaction
As my mortal and your
immortal life shall be in collision
As I accentuate my
lungs, while blowing off my horns
Wearing red silk
gowns, all over town
Greeting in any
hidden sin, but only to find
Your sick face with a
pale grin
As you hover upon the
lights of day
Trying to whisk my
sanity away
And now written on
these wooden floors
Are the riddles, to
you evil heart?
As the bright lamp
soon fade and has begun to discard
From the sight of my
eyes
And drawings of my
innocent hearts
Were painted black
As I am trying to
recover, from your words
Of the dark, as
you've conjured
For my destined to
die, and soon it shall come nigh.
2006 (c) Alsa Haslinda
No comments:
Post a Comment