Disaster of Hallucination
TIGHT UP IN A KNOT,
PURE POSION IN THE HEART,
CALLING 4 HELP,?
NO ONE CAN HEAR MY VOICE.?
MY TROATH IS IN PAIN?
MY VOICE IS DYING SLOWLY.?
MY BRAIN IS NUMB.?
MY EYES ARE BECOMING BLIND
WITH FULL OF RAIN DEEP INSIDE.?
I SLIP IN RAIN AND FALL ON MY BUTT.?
THE RAIN SPLASHES IN MY FACE AND I WAKE UP.?
LOOKING AROUND THIS PRISON WHICH I CALL HELL.?
NO ONE KNOWS WHO I AM,?
NO ONE KNOWS I'M IN PAIN, ?
NO ONE CAN FEEL ME DEEP INSIDE,?
MY HEART BECOMES LIKE FIRE
BURNS IN WITH FLAMES.?
THIS POSION IS DEEP;
IS KILLING ME SLOWLY.?
TURNING ME INTO PIECES OF ILLUSIONS.
Copyright © Shirin Neshat | Year Posted 2009
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