Monday, November 27, 2006


When will it take me?
and drench me to quench the thirst?
Till there is a 'me' in the thist,
the thirst could never be quenched.
thirst is fake.

and so i want to take a knife and
stab myself in my throat
but out of my fantasy
i create my thirst
and look out for oceans and seas to drink

and thru the fantasy i create a voice
which forces my stabbed throat to speak
and when the throat refuses to open up
the mind does
and when the voice becomes unbearable
i bang my head on a rock
thinking the voice comes from the head
i bleed might bad
but still the sound keeps coming..
from where?
and when wil it stop?

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