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Dance of Purple Shadow
Its your song ,your tune that is playing.Dance, and I will be watching you.Pleasure will be painted on my face.Dance as your world has shrunk into glaring lights and fancy clothes.Dance as the music is playing a good tune.A tune that makes a gyrating motion like a liquid fancy.Dance, and dance because you are running out of tune.But,good tunes doesnt last forever.It will shift to frantic beat and racey tempo swirling your head. So fast you would be dazed.Irregular thumps will be chasing your heart and unsteady rythm will be your steps.The tune that you are now dancing into is a sound grating to the nerves.Like claws scratched into the blackboard.Waves of unwanted sound will be getting to your head and inside will be wreacking havoc.That tune will beat mercilessly and eternally until your heart subsided into purple sleep.And your head will be wet from every broken veins and raptured nerves.
You cant hear the tune now as your heart is unbeating.
Your dance of pandaemonium is over.
Ash
blue were the
color of your eyes
red were the lips
and
pink were the cheeks
a wind ,a cold gust
odious odor it brings
it takes away
all the blue,red, and pink
leaving nothing but
the gray of the ashes
The Quality of Trust
you said
"trust me"
ok, i trusted you
just like a trust
condom you would be
but Trust
condoms have holes in it
so all the
milk of deceit
and white of the
blacxkest lies
came pouring in
impregnating the sac
with the baby of lies
lies of life
breaths with in
pulse of lies
beats within
that baby you cant deny!
coz its there
living
and
haunting your life
You
who pretends
somebody you are not
mediocre you are
faking superiority over me
fostering inferiority on me
sticking your finger over my cake
depriving me of my freedom
tethering me with a rope of limitation
and to a post of weak conviction
grabbing my cue
in liue
of the mediocre you
and for all those
I Spit
On your temples
who made me
feel weak
and has to change myself
just to please you
I spit on your forehead
for meddling with my life
my system ,my decisions
just to please you
I spit on your crown
who bosses me around
giving orders and forbidding me
to stand on my own feet
just to please you
I'll crack your skull
Do it again
for it will please me
a certainty.
Rules, my own
you know what
I hate your dictations
over my actions
reigning my thoughts
on what should be
you think your taste is
the rule
a law to rule
over my own set of rules
your taste cannot be my taste
I am different from you
coz you are mediocre
and mediocrity is not my rule
as people pleasing is not my forte
I wont lift a finger
to please you
not just to spite you but
to show you that
I rule
anyone under my rule
could either bend or
break
Revenge
"Hell hath no fury for someone scorned"
Scorned I am
I'll kill that traitor
annihilate every living
pulse that beats inside
that hypocrite body
i will shred the flesh
and tear it into debris
just to see
the writhing on your face
the blood will disappear
and death would come...soon
and revenge
is mine. |
