Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Moon Fog Desire

Black rose farm
a moon that slowly drowns
in a ghost town
that will be my city

she lay there
smothered in the snow
skin whiter than the surround
yet pale through all the pain

a suitcase full of dreams
all forgotten in the lust for wander
maybe more, never less
than a halo of ashes

icy river flows across
the burning avalanche
she is fast enough to cheat'em
i am slow and keep getting stuck

She waits so patiently
bearing a sceptre
with one foot in the grave
i no longer can pretend

like a warning signboard
she takes her swing
she injects all her poison
i no longer can refuse

i lay there
glorified under the bleeding sun
wake me where you find me
i no longer will


Siddharth Adelkar said...

this is freaking mindblowing dude. i owe you a mocha no whip.

Siddharth Adelkar said...

im pretty much a fan of yours. this is much better than the nirvana n chains crap, of what do i call it, yester years.