Sunday, October 21, 2007

Riveries of thoughts in the bus

I laugh out loud in my head,
Smiling out in vain.
With open eyes i feel so dead,
I poke myself to feel the pain.

To the world i am insane,
And yet this troubled mind is so sane.
Far away in my thoughts i seem,
My eyes feel vacant of their gleam.

Sitting here i think of her as i sway,
So close to me, yet so far away.
Silently i pray i was dead,
Just so i could fly away to her.

7 comments:

Winnie the poohi said...

Awesome thoughts.. reaper.. only u r always undead.. how much ever u wish.. u wont b dead ;)

∂αѕ ¢нαмäℓєση said...

Aye, thats the sad tragedy of the reapers life..........

Anonymous said...

XACTLY!!!

and REAPER... uRe dEad weN u MeET mE! sOoO iF u WaNNa diE deN cuM to meE!!

signed,
the reaper'z grim reaperEZZ. :P

Miss N Mirza said...

me likezz iTT. umm... can u change i 'poke myself to feel the pain' to 'i "pinch" myself to feel the pain. coz to me it sounds like u want to poke ure eye. lol.

well written tho. =)

∂αѕ ¢нαмäℓєση said...

Umm okay.....


thnx fr commenting thouogh =P

Florence R. said...

now if u were dead u'd complain
n wish u were alive again

Anonymous said...

Sitting here i think of her as i sway,
So close to me, yet so far away.
Silently i pray i was dead,
Just so i could fly away to her.