Why can't I free myself from the shackles of myself,
I run into pandemonium,
It is freezing,
Blue recoils my bones.
Pieced jaggedly.
From underneath the lashes of pretense,
I look into the gray water.
I see a black-blue monster..
Cut into pieces by a drifting cake of snow.
I spooked myself.
My reflection spooked me.
that's good
ReplyDeletelast 2 lines are superb
@ chirag
ReplyDeleteThanks man!