Is dark and chill outside my humid soul,
The brains of my heart breathe weak
And use the legend of the deep to glow.
The kiss is cleared with chlorine
The touch is cut with spade and then
The sight is whipped in cold spirits
I feel you arm bleeding centuries of hate.
I know you need the rats
To eat the cancer spread into your evil lovely limbs.
Now you deny the right to feel
Pretend to ride a different dream
As if I can’t translate your hateful rush.
Is such a pity that we will.
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Kajal Das said,
September 27, 2011 at 3:42 pm
Just got to know the link from your Skype id. I went through few lines, but now I must say, I will read all in my leisure time.
Kajal