These war-filled hands have seen many a fight.
These war filled hands have brought scorn and...
I've learned to write poetry after my death
six years back...
Lying alone in a plain cold room
too afraid to move even speak...
It's okay my secret lover,
I forgot you were in color...
I watch you;
The fluctuating curve of your lip...
The darkness fades As the light comes through...
The room is cold
i feel empty...
What's this thing I've found in here?
Its true intention I do fear...
You can't pretend
Like you don't see the coldness of your heart...
There's no way out of here
When I come in I'm in...
I lay here awake and wonder
if things are really alright...
I'm standing in the middle of this street
Wondering why am I here, is there someone to meet...