Monday 16 April 2012

Again

Ure in a dark room... staring at the wall.. trying to see thru.. trying to find out its faults.. you think how smooth it is.. how finely painted... glowing a shade of dark blue.. yet you notice a hole the size of a fuckin crater right in the centre of it.. the wall's flawless. the wall has a hole in it...u'r frnd nudges u.. hands u sum new shit u've been high upon.. ure pulled back frum that room.. that mental state of your's.. right thru that hole.. right thru the centre of it.. into the present.. slow... all goes slow... ure staring at an image.. two people smile out from the depths of that screen.. u stare deeper.. deeper.. trying to find a way.. a li'll hint of it all.. you fail. you look around.. ure on the road.. ure on the road with a freak-ass friend of yours who just told you he's been tryin to hit on ur ex whom ure still in love with.. u stare at the guys face... u start to wonder whether u'd like to beat him to death or maybe like chop him up and feed him to the sharks at sea or maybe just shove his face up a rhino's ass and pray the rhino farts in his face while ure doing so... still he's there... with you... all alone ..on the road.. just the two of u.... the thought of restraining and control and all that crap passes thru ur mind.. yet u end up beating the guy... u feel every single blow.. each time ur fist touches his body ur heart beats faster to support.. u strike , u smile. u punch u smile... u end up pulling his hair out; nice, long.. well-cared for. then suddenly ure in that room again.. there's shit everywhere. crack, alchohol, rock. ure surrounded by it. ure in the middle of it. right in the middle of it.. you stare at your hands.. they bleed. they bleed real bad..real bad and real slow... you drive away leaving that fuck face lying there.. then ure at ur home, in ur bed. you curl over.. cant get her out of there.. and then you scream ..you scream your throat out.. you scream.. trapped :D ure fuckin trapped :D 

larks from the sea sing in May.. 
Eagles from the mounts cry for you.. 
Have some faith my friends... 
look how they shine for you..

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Yes. It's the Laziness that creeps, seeps in and kills my very plans. Be spontaneous junaid, oh shut it. Its when caffeine fails you, its when nothing actually kicks in to save you, that one realizes his dependence on these common, lowly drugs. Cant we get some adrenaline in little round bottles?

- It stares at me sometimes.


Sunday 8 April 2012

i am the singer, i am the audience and i am the fan.