Wednesday, August 22, 2007

My living cadaver

I stained my heart once
With your overflowing ink
Heart burns and nausea
Caught my remains
My heart still lies with you
And your whispers ruin me
The angular points of life
And the annul in me…
I have lost the track of time
And the sand is clasped in my hands
The cyclic scenery of the seasons
And my heart is all but a chalet now
I am going to die in a few days
But you will live;
Live in my heart
And I will count the ticks
Of my existence
Till my last breathe
And I will die with your name.

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