Bloody Emptiness
Made dwelling at own home but living in emptiness,
The lumbered dreams are dying, what a heave is that;
Setting fire in water so fool wish,
What hell have you done to me, what a damn is that.
Heart shakes by high heat the warmth protest,
Stars in the eyes shed tears, what a fatigue is that;
Inside of the heart at the seeping night, child’s whine pounds,
What hell have you done to me, what a deathtrap is that.
Sky colors up in romantic fashion, vain desire,
Blood sheds in extreme way, what a tyranny is that;
Darkness comedown by thunder strike, no way,
What hell have you done to me, what an injustice is that.
Lighting flame in juvenile mind so cursed penance,
The heart dances in the color hand, what a blood pressure is that;
Tears fall in the stream of rain, no measure,
What hell have you done to me, what a curse is that.
Darkness comes down by the call of death, so miser living,
Empty heart is full, what an abundant is that;
In the bloody addiction of love, distrust is only at all,
What hell have you done to me, what depose is that.
Arrayed the dreamy vessel live in mind an exotic migrant,
Lumbered obsession in passion, what an irony is that;
Gained at last damn twelve months full of pain,
What hell have you done to me, what a damn is that.
Copyright © A K Das Mridul | Year Posted 2014
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