Sunday, June 30, 2013

Ex- traction

dilated heart tracking the congestion of time
lonely coffee bars can hear the music playing
haunting from the other side

lipstick stains napkins
softening the torture of good byes

the devil watches in compassion
I suffer ye the lies .

a crowd of inventors watch me from heavens sky
They wonder if we can give it one last try.

The phone in my pocket erasing memories as you type.

Dilated infraction , puzzling time.
funerals are promised
eyelash falls as I cry

Black and white balloons shell the future
as they sit in red attire.

I the canvas for the weak and blind
torn pages of open paint
with no picture and with out design.

 The lion hunts me
tells me to rest

but I cant tonight.