sing my mocking bird
sing till you die
clenching your eyes shut
just so you cant see
.
the songs lie trapped
in the labyrinth of your mind
its echos basting holes
even before the shrapnel found the skull
.
sing my mocking bird
sing as you lie
all is well and good
sing till you die
clenching your eyes shut
just so you cant see
.
the songs lie trapped
in the labyrinth of your mind
its echos basting holes
even before the shrapnel found the skull
.
sing my mocking bird
sing as you lie
all is well and good
the world is the way it should
.
10 comments:
morbidly in sync with our times :(
I wish we could be like that bird too..and just shut out all thats happening out there
lovely. quite unlike your usual style. great amount of wisdom here. i liked it.
i second trinaa...apt for our times
Trinaa: Thanks...
Prats: not so sure...one wants to retain the sensitivity
sift: thanks....why you not writing these days?
mayz: welcome back, my friend.
in literary poverty.:-)
"sing as you lie"
shoon, you playin there?
the twist is the anti climax, innit?
i so want out
the world is beyond redemption
the world is beyond recognition
do i die for the being atlas?
ra: mon ami, you have an eye in your heart :)
Good to see a positive strain... sing, even if it is a swansong that you are calling for.
Beautiful shoon...
but a little unlike you...are you also giving in to the times...???
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