Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A story of my previous night....

It died last night
In the stormy weather
The easy death it was,
My hands shivered in haste
And my legs abated on side
body lied there all night long...
Nobody knew where I was
In a corner
Gasping for some air
Difficult to last from here...
Pain inside tickled me more
The last laugh I abhor
Everything seems so far
My inner self died
The night love left a scar...
A new beginning
A found journey
A proposed life
With all means I lost...
Set on a stage, again I start my act
The script I pray
Should last long
The editor of my life
Could ask more...
I will be the assassin this time
I wish to beg once again my life...

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