Wednesday 17 March 2010

escapism

i see the door standing about few feets from me
how i want to reach it real bad
my eyes redden
no air can go through my throat

i scream but nothing come out
i cry but no tear is falling
i laugh but i hear it like a shriek
i feel warm hands around me,but they fly away
leaving me in cold and dark

i see the door standing about few feets from me
i see a light coming through it
i want to reach it
and get out from here

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