Wednesday, 29 April 2009


When lust dies in your cunt
And the colors of life fail to satisfy your eager imagination

When you fancy pushing the edge; drowning it
And let go of your senses; splashing them
The same way you dashed your dreams and aspiration

When you refuse to feel soreness and soothe
And give up your attempts of becoming a human

When you wake up looking like a cloud
So hollow, so light

Then, wrap a piece of cloth around your wrist
And punch the first wall you see
Punch the state of nothingness you’ve been residing in
The wall of the illusionary box you’ve been inhabiting
Let go of your shadow
And breathe