Whisper of the heart

Without yourself, you are alone...

Sunday, August 15, 2004

Lunatic

wrote this on 22 July 2003

had time to kill..so typing it up here..

enveloped by the velvety blackness,
embraced by the silent mystery of the night,
trapped in the eerie darkness of the mind,
imagination running wild.

the soul weeping for sacrifice,
uncontrollable turmoil creeps in,
thirst and hunger of the heart,
ignored, unnoticed,
lingers unsatisfied.

challenging the dimension,
the world shuns,
gripped with fear, confusion, misery,
searching for an identity,
confusion coloured with hues of evil,
the mind speaks a language of it's own,
symbol of power, unhuman, bonding in a deathly spell.

black and white blends together,
the skull spits blood,
screaming like a tortured animal,
threatening the innocent,
the universe spins and spins,
no fear, no God, no rules,
Only me,
Unstoppable..

one soul, different colours,
slave of the mindless mind,
hues of ugliness,
haunted by the past,
who am i?

* pretty depressing huh? well, wrote this after watching a cannibal movie, it really made a small impact in my mind..oh no..not to become one..was just thinking how sick humans can be and tried to get into their mad world..the poem was one breakthrough to capture the essence, i guess i managed to get a bit of it..
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