Friday, November 21, 2008

cra(z)y

I balance my craze on a razer edge.
Held tightly wrapped by one finger.
Contradictory.
but waiting.......

An equilibrium between sane and insane.
My craze speaks a language
The language of unspoken tongues.
The "awes" and "sighs"

Craze prefers silence.
It thrives and rumbles.
On thoughts of ambiguity
Cut and Bleed.

Blade slashes.
Craze makes a fundamental error of judgment
Slash my finger in two
Cut...cut... and bleed.. bleed... bleed.. and die die die die die die !


Call it Bloody Crazy !



Authors note : No fingers were harmed, slashed or died in writing this poem :-)

8 comments:

  1. අම්මෝ භය හිතෙනවා!

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  2. @ Machang

    චූ කොල්ලෙක්නේ ...

    ඔය පොඩි දේටත් බය වුනාද?

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  3. just cut it and let it bleed lol and watch it bleed lol good one bro

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  4. @ මලී නංගි

    ඉන්න මම බාම් මොනවා හරි එවන්නම්!

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  5. මචං - මේ වේදනා වලට හරියන බාම් එකක් තාම හදලා නැතුව ඇති සහෝ

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