Stoned Immaculate
the ghost the ghost within me
waiting to break free
an apparition wakes me
in the gloomiest night
blood stained and ravaged
by the phantoms of truth and lies
i refuse to give up
for iam not bound
i live to break free, unshackled
break the walls
break the barriers
for i have the strength now
iam stoned immaculate

":) very fulfilling.. " poem by subbu Iyer

fulfill sorrow to the cups brim
gulp it down with a evil grin
for the thirst is for life and likes
happiness and sorrow all not alike
intoxicated in sorrow blurred by tears
free from reason and full with fears
hard to know when the cloud will clear
who cares !! I am high on sorrow
happiness can wait until it wears