Thursday, November 29, 2007

Talking to self

Drop dead
from the hills of sadness
Drop dead
into sea of madness
Drop dead
with a blanked out mind and
Drop dead
along the sands of time

Hold on
to what you hold as dear
Hold on
you got to make it clear
Hold on
you better think about it
Hold on
until the lights break out

4 comments:

My Foot? said...

awesome ! awesomely deep.. its been so long since I've read something like this :)

nysh!

Meena Iyer said...

Ah dekha.. i told ya u wud get good comments other than mine [:D]

>:D<

Vish said...

hey... M(ani & eena) ! :P
..thanx ladies !! :)

Florence R. said...

I bet you just randomly played it out with the same fingers that wrote this out.

Kinda like a eureka moment too I'm sure. =)