Life itself
Conscience is such a killer, thought a misconception, mind a deception, and life is just an intonation of the word called living to some people,some live it cos they are alive, existing, I walk in the shadow, feel its pain, burn and sunshine, and when i am basking at its setting i shall outstretch my hand into the sky, smile and tell God, I can never die, for I lived, and lived so different that I dared to write my name in blood across my life, i sought sorrow, conquered it, destroyed anger, pacified souls and sought freedom, freed all i knew, and i shall look back one last time, watch the lights on the distance blink and say 'i'll miss you mother earth,but then you shall bring me back for i am your dearest son,the one you love, treasure,cherish,your prince of darkness' 'call me mother and i shall come'Richa, In time, some where, where the winds are of snow,in winter sun, i shall wait our meeting, to look at an entity understanding the very soul of me, as if my self staring at me in my eye..
posted by Lost in Transit @ 1:53 PM
