Thursday, March 26, 2009

Like the dark burning acid running under my skin..
I can't tell how
I can't count the seconds
or look at the perfection
black is black it can never change to white..
Born to be tainted

razor please

4 comments:

Senilius said...

Kaunsi company ka? :P

¤Ü•B¤ said...

DEMAGH SAHI HAI KYA ???

try jumping of the roof !! thats more convenient !!

Ragpicker said...

Brilliant !!!!
Black is black , it cannot be white
and so goes for your poem , excellence comes from deep inside

<---keep writing--->

regards,
Rag.

Rakesh Vanamali said...

Some of the worst things in life happen to make one better, not bitter!