Friday, January 12, 2007

Towards the Evening

As evening spreads its cloak of darkness,
They come..
Accompanied by their fires
My soul, my very existence is seared,
charred.. crisped.

The late night winds scatter the ashes.

Daylight delivers monotonous life;
The hours rush towards evening..

When the demons come once again.

3 comments:

Fatima said...

deep... and twisted!! :s

ØߊĮĐĮÅŊ said...

Those are my two middle names ;)
Did I mention these words are about 9-10 years old!!!

Zezo Squall said...

كآئنات العتمه...
Wonderful *thumb up*

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