when the rain washes my feet....we know its time to accept defeat....as the time rolls by....We move to another plane...another side and another rain....

Boiling heat, summer stench....through the cream...you look at him....as he lays by dead.. In a pool of blood....So Maroon

so you think its all figured out....life is just another game....and the love just blows away....fading to grey


with thanx to arnab for letting me post his poem on my blog.
thanx arnab ....u r great:)