Monday, January 27, 2014

The Third Form by: Ahmed Mire

Feel me,
No one understands me.
Words unfold the secret of me,
Trip on my own motivation.

Seeking for an escape
Thinking about running away,
Thinking about it everyday.
I will never come back.

Murder by my own hands.
Never to live again
Friends of life and death.
Buried in a pile of leaves.

Becoming uncover,
By ruthless weather
Now able to breath forever.
I'm alive again.

To kill me it would be twice
I'm not done without a fight
Leave or die tonight.
I am immortal.

Lies are a form of truth.
Inside the person of you
And words of yours too.
Come out of your lies.

Beat me...I'm done,
Shoot me with a gun.
Oh guns this so fun.
Play with me.

You don't know who I am
Lose yourself in your hands.
Your fate already began.
Don't expect a saviour.

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