Sunday 3 December 2006

Pierrot


twitching noses,
painted smile,
behind my mask
who knows what lies...?

walking the rope
dreading the line
make me laugh
and i'm feeling fine.

make up runs
net to catch me
let it burn
past is haunting.

hide and seek and push to play
so good to hear you laugh this way
animals and metals to push the veins,
torniquets and daisy chains...

the lights go out and no one speaks
i got their whispers in my mind.
they haunt and hurt like the needles,
but when i bleed, you're feeling fine...
(aren't ya ?)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

cooool awesome poem !!!! really twisted-kabeer