Thursday, October 14, 2010

Slow Poison


The senses are numbed
The feeling isnt good,
No thirst for water,
And no hunger for food.

Sight loses color,
Nothing's music to the ears,
There's no reason to live,
And I am counting my years.

1 comment:

abhi said...

very nice and..precise may be..don't know if this is a reflection of your current state of mind, but coincidently something similar going on in my head...wish it were not so..
http://abhi22kar.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweetly-bleeding.html