Havoc

The red spreads across every corner.
Bloodshot eyes and restrained dis-order.
Raging beasts of emotion’s eruption,
as words wreak havoc with utter discretion.
Wounded inside with deceptive cohesion,
seeing only concoctions of sorrowful emotions.
Frustrated with days of lonely disturbance,
lost in a pool of malevolent turbulence.
Helplessly immersed in dis-tasteful grievances,
fighting with one’s self with utmost resistance.
Understanding thoughts of such a malicious scripter,
now leave you bitter like a vindictive drifter.

follow me on my blog at~

www.asraarurkhan.wordpress.com

last time modified: Feb. 1, 2012, 11:27 a.m.