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i wake up in the morning
see the golden sky
and as i take in the cocaine
my blood flows through the wounds
i bleed and bleed
yet i take in the cocaine
the silken voice laughs till
the sound becomes a hollow echo
i bleed and i bleed
the weaker sex cry
till they get the ultimate satisfaction
i bleed and bleed
the heavy machines crush
till sky shouts out loud
i bleed and bleed
the lights burn out
till the fire spreads the red pale flesh
i bleed and bleed
i take in the cocaine
and then i see the orange sky
and sleep on the barren land
i wake up in the morning
see the golden sky
and as i take in the the smoke of the blissful weed
i bleed and i bleed
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5 comments:
good.....but i feel u have let out all the sorrow in the mind in the poem......try to be happy..
take care
-yash
hey polo..
i just loved the poem...
there is a LOT of depth in it...
amazin creation...
cheers,
Ruhie.
hi poulomi,
the taking in of weed...is like taking in the pain...bleeding follows...
sad but touching...
painful
finally u got an outlet for ur ideas.
god bless.
love,
nisha
nice poem polo... ... i`ll be adding wat yash and anand have said... expecting a poem full of joy and for that u try to be happy and cheerful...
too deep
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