Sunday, 23 September 2007

• random 2

  Yet another old one, too forced and funny….

   

  Drink, push, throw, love, hate, move, shiver, break…

  Scorned memories of dead, reeking, smelly rats. I’ve been walking down those gray roads filled with sunken memories. Scars on my knees from those, more than often falls. Dead dry leaves blow over my face. The sand; black and hurtful discourages me from walking barefoot. The sky broken and blackened with thick monsoon clouds; sends shivers down my spine. The backlash from the acid rain; burns my naked back in spots, minute holes with rotting flesh, more scars for the future.

  My jeans have blue bottles stuck and sucking around the torn edges, my soles red and swollen. The tide seems so far away from the shore, I’d have to walk a mile to reach some sea water, water that’s so acidic; I’d burn and die instead of feel refreshed. My dying brain cells,  still decay faster than they should. The lack of oxygen to my brain from my panting, tired heart makes my head work slower than it can. I have no where to go and still I walk on. What difference will it make if I stay or leave? None to me or anyone for that matter. If sudden death could only be bought from the local market, I’d sell myself for a penny. If sudden death were to befriend me, I’d give it all up for one shot. Hold me, thrill me, please strangle me…

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