Saturday, July 11, 2009


Variegated Hues of Magenta,
Bounce off pupils blistered,
Raw from too many days wandering,
A bleak twisted terrain,
Ghostly apparitions swirl,
Above the surface, waiting,
With baited breath,
As the last shreds of this reality,
Slip quietly away,
The moment of reckoning is drawing nigh,
Falling helpless, prostrate,
Before the mirror of life,
Staring death in the face,
Until sweet darkness descends,
Into welcome oblivion
Wake me up when it's morning...


Nikhil said...

TAt is SOOO Scandinavian METAL Right There !!!!

Zedekiah said...

:-D Nikhil