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Poison |
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since 2000-01-31
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It settled down inside me, That smoky haze, a sultry mist, as it came crashing in, Flying through my sickened drugged veins, Poisoning it with sins, As the truth sunk in, reality hit me as hard as it could, My dream world stood in front of me ,not budging as I tried to push it away, A raging ball of hot fire, at last showing its true colours, Reflecting all those faces …faces which haunted me, all long this uneventful life, unwanted life, Those silent secretive years that I left behind...given up by my shattered faith, pathetically begged me to take them back, But slowly the fire engulfed me …I was too late, waking up from my dead arousal after a lifetime it seemed, So it trapped me, first a strand of my fallen hair, Tying knots , creeping in, burning away all that stood in its way, all that was mine , that gave me reasons , reasons beyond meaning, Till the last drop of blood was sucked in to it , dried and dead , fuelling its immortal power, And I realized ,as I became dizzy , half dead with rage seething in me , How wrong I was! For a mere touch of their hands on my face, Were really soft fiery sparks being gently traced on my face, And those sharp piercing kisses inflicted upon me, Were a million unforgiving knives slashing me away, oh so cruelly, Cunning yet meaningful promises of hell and hate, a punishment I would soon behold, Were disguised psalms that were blown in my ears, False facades hiding away a thousand sagas of my silent sufferings, Were wearing masks of angelic smiles and loving breathy scented sighs, Those words that were meant to soothe me were actually ripping away my newly healed hurt, Evil laughter ringer in my ears day after day , night after night, mocking my sanity far away, Slipping out of my hands like powdery sand , a legend of eternal love stolen away form me, Now the winds that lingered at my window once long ago, The sea which always seared through my heart , be it the wild tyrant it was to me, The rain which used to surprise me by its much awaited presence, The roses which bloomed and died without a sound or a cry, robbing me of their merciless beauty, And all that I once wanted ..the lies I craved , the answers I shoved away, just to feed my loathsome conceit, Lies dead and buried, rotten and long forgotten in those hellish graves, Hollow tombs of my own faults and blinding believes, Oh how my dreams angrily leer at me , giving it all away, as I die once more today. |
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