I Am So Disturbed: How long will it burn me, In darkness cloaked. Raped by a voice, Knock knock knock who is there, Death death death was the reply. Of death it spoke. The ceiling revolves with words of sorrow, Draped on the walls, they are creatures hollow. Screaming and crying, the death we seek, The eyes that stare, when I fall asleep. Anty Medi are you still crying. I know you will say no sob, Taju o. Ok un loni.....! Eh. Who do I ask. Omosebi Ko lo. Who tell her omotiku? Voiceless whispers and empty sound, The pattern of drool, that stains the ground. Endlessly scratching at walls and eyes, I stare at reflections that breathe to die. NPF sorry did he take permission before he left. I should ask the IGP. May be not........! The darkened shadows that seem to stain, The constant sound of a pouring rain. Wherever I go, the eyes that lead, Within me planting a dirty seed. Again and again I am twisted by sound, I wake in a room that seems to surround. I see myself, but I know its not me, What is man, in the mirror I see... You sir, have got terrible bags beneath your eyes! Malomo Is it painfully, and you indeed left us wondering...... And he die death that pain we, us, them.............! Allah forgive your error, mistakes, and ignorants. Amen.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 03:04:30 +0000
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