Friday, March 2, 2012

Chains of Slavery

Disgust and anger…
Her corruption brought my fall
Her poison, setting my desires on flames
Words turn to glue in my mouth
When trying to focus, drums beat
Her beauty is deadly, sharper than knives
Her lines are rocks tied to my legs in this deep dark ocean
Meanings fade in her ideal image and illusion 
I build this fantasy, an unreal idea of her
And aware of it I am, but helpless, I cannot stop its flow

I want to shout, I want to run faster than her shadow
I want to return to nature and sanity
To free my mind from human’s grasp
Just return to the sea, forests and foolishness
To my books, writings and peaceful thoughts

But weather is wild
Disappointed from a perfect dream
I try to run from her shadow
Yet how could I? When it has become my own

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