Sunday, June 20, 2010

Paleness


the days get older,
the luminescence longer,
I am scared,
to watch this light,
that makes me blind.
And It gets me nervous when,
I know I can get shattered.
Feeling of agony,
search for harmony,
My soul can see the right,
It channelizes my mind-
to make everything matter.


There is a very thin line,
cuticlatious and plasmic,
not sparse and fragile,
thwarts my escape from light!
My ivy shadow stoops,
the throes of its clasp,
run through my trunk-
I am pale and discomfited.


Cold waste of years,
As everyday gets dull and grey,
I want to go to the other side,
to feel better.
The Darkness is void,
and it equilibrates my mind.
taking in the no element,
I asphyxiate,
from the detainment and-
turn into bloodless carcass.
In the world of the dead,
there is no broken asunder.