Wednesday, December 11, 2013


Tie me to a tree
and make me watch
how you burn to roots.

I look at you -you are mess.
You look at me- I am mess.

Is there Something to help us?!
More than a human,
                              more than a machine.
Even with your glasses,
you don't see above me.
Even hungry,
I don't want to follow you.

Without music,
all words are empty.

And I don't have friends
to blame...

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