Thursday, January 08, 2009

The Dark Edge

You like the wistfulness
Of blurred memories
They are like sweet nectar
To your rotten soul

You plant the seeds
Of fear in my belly
Fear of moving outside safe havens
Safe, or so you tell me

But your swan song is past
So be gone with grace
And when I look in the mirror
I don’t want to see your hideous face

3 comments:

Anand Kashyap said...

Baap re

Fugitive said...

Reminds me of bilbo's travel song...

Shreya said...

@Anand - Yea. I echo that sentiment
@Ponds - Send me a link of you find it