Saturday, February 12, 2005

Blood Lust

Lets have some friendly fire
And riddle ourselves, with
holes that smell of burning tires
Lets slash each other down to size
With double edged personalities

Let’s Clash Mid-air in violent combat
And mangle on the jagged rocks
Rip open the tissues
Of Past-Present Issues
And kill us in a glorious flash

And then we’ll go our separate ways
Nursing all re-opened wounds
And cursing the more peaceful days.
Later in the light of a chicken blood moon
We can think of what we achieved


Blogger Manish Bhatt said...

wow. That's not what I meant. I meant WOW.

12:18 PM  
Blogger Ostrich said...

Thank you Manish.

2:20 PM  

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