domingo, 27 de diciembre de 2009

Crimes of the Mind

Your crimes follow you

like shadows

wherever you go.


You see them with your eyes closed

and without eyes

even when you rip your soul apart

they are still there,

lurking like vultures.


They are now trying to escape

from your mind

and they flap their wings in vain

like big birds trapped on a cage.


You pray and pray

to keep them tied up

until you break down.


Who is gonna pick up the pieces?