Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Cycle Of Screams : A Poem

The circle spins
A cycle of pain
It spins and spins
As we grow insane

There are monkeys on wires
Everything is Electric
Souls poked with desires
Doesn't it make you sick?

The screams are so lovely at times
They shake the sky and stars blur
I wonder what are our crimes
That make us live and suffer

A scream is tattooed on my skin
Each days its buried deep within
I scratch the wound and bleed like fuck
Life and death are fate and luck

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