Rage

The clock is ticking,
she couldn’t stand the sound
Crawling and feeling like kicking.
All the things around!
Perhaps the visions misleading-
But at the same time it’s freaking!
Where is this going?
Keeping it going haywiring!

I’ve keep turning the time sand-
Tapping fingers on the table.
Words seems to be blurring and
and it was just unbelievable.

The beasts are raging,
Going around pouring
Sticking the Blackiest fluids ever
So be It there forever
To the indecisive mind
Of the creepiest, unpertubed
for it has silencing the Moment.


Aisyah
15.02.09