In the middle of a sucide
estrangled soul btw those drenched eyes

through the alleys of a surreal ride

departing life blowing off the dangling pride

life's some slut trying to restore back it's dignity

into the scilence of the death

Death approaches along to play some games

Blood sceams sharter the black stain glass windows of the night,

08-september-2012-Saturday

The night
Its prowl into  my core
The trespass for the nth times
The offense taken

The words unspoken

The fear forsaken
The valley of tears
The clutch of emotion
Her fleeing sprees
My losing grips
The night without the moon or with it
It does not matter
The clutches and the flight beyond it
Every thing which is and everything which is not