Monday, October 22, 2012

Day 296/366

It’s just one of those days
Where nothing makes sense
You’re falling out of buses
And depression seeps in.

There’s blurriness in your vision,
About the world, you don’t give a damn
Somebody calls to scream at you
You want to kill him with just your hands.

Lurking around in the corner,
The night, like my shadow, stands.
Waiting for me to embrace it,
It offers to lend a helping hand.

Into the spirits I flow,
Slowly, taking its shape.
Can’t the madness of this day end-
In a lover’s bed or arms?

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