Lying down there alone with a bottle in my hand,
The night is cold and full of sorrow.
A spark in the darkness as I lit my cigarette,
A puff and many others follow.
Why did I do it?
Why did I leave?
Why why why why why ... ???
Questions, questions and lots of them
They do not care any more
They do not love any more
They do not feel any more
Senses are numb and so is the world.
Love has lost its meaning
It is lust and lust everywhere.
Even the bottle betrayed!
Why it emptied so soon?
Dumb bottle does not reply back.
Smashed it against the wall,
A piece of glass and a slit in my wrist.
Oozing blood appears black in moonlight.
I smile and lie down.
Slowly my life is leaving me,
I cannot write for long.
I have heard the call.
No more tears shall fall
No more pain...
Its now me and a highway to hell....
"highway to hell"...huh? :-)
ReplyDeletelike your use of stark and dark images. gruelling at times. conventional, old theme. yet very very articulate and one can almost feel the what the narrator has undergone to the point of being 'comfortably numb'.
The theme is so, so cliché yet couldn't help it. Actually, it is a real life incident. ;-)
ReplyDeleteactually so ... but den i liked the way u expressed it with all dose figures of speech and all :) :) back 2 basics i suppose (if dat was the strategy) :)
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