Driving through an invisible road
Where darkness lights the highway
We leave a trail of diamonds
On a road that never ends
Is there a jungle alongside?
Not when I open my eyes
Now I hear the sea
But there are no seas in this city
So is that seven thousand snakes hissing?
Or is that the angel sighing
As all the butterflies are dying.
We're on a ferris wheel
Spinning in the wrong direction
Now everything is very still.
I see his eyes. Bloodshot red
When he talks, he is droning
Or is that the engine moaning?
No, that's a mother mourning
The graveyard is cold and ancient
Very quiet we stay
Very still we lay
The soil on our tombstone is wet
I hear the funeral drum
Or is it my heart beat?
Maybe I'm not dead yet....
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Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we are
Stoned Immaculate.
Maybe I’m dead, but yet waiting for a reincarnation…
In my ears I feel my love murmuring.
But are those the platters of my hard disk spinning?
On my monitor I see some work of art flashing.
Is that my windows crashing?
I don’t remember the last time I went for a vacation.
Maybe I don’t need one, because every night for me is a vacation?
Why is it that every time I feel that’s the thing I need!
Is my mind on a trip to greed?
Now am sure I was dead long back, but yet am waiting for a reincarnation.........
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