13 November 2006

..Grim Reaper..

one of my old ones..


Like a monster

Impersonating the angel of death

It crawls into this chest

The lethal pain,

With slaughtering emotions..



Each sugary memory

Settles back into this sore mind

Every hour

Like a thorn

Like a dagger



And I almost faint

But it wouldn’t give me the pleasure..

I reach out to my turquoise pills..

Forcing to sleep

A heart insanely ill..



The “Grim Reaper” is my shadow..

With his tempting blade invading my flesh..

Yet preserving me alive so that

My melancholy remains dim and fresh..




amal
17th July 2005

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