Tuesday, September 30, 2008 1:35 AM '
The Broken Stage
I sat,I watched,I listened,I shut up.Vanity,Despair,Unspoken hatred,Ran through my veins.Tell me,If there is another life,What would it be,With or without?Blow this candle,Make a wish,And gone I shall be,From your life !Be it, Or be it not,Your decision,Which of us.Lines are drawn,Curtains unraveled,The stage was ours,For old timers' sake.Every word,Every line,By heart,I breathe with.Let me know,When shall it be,Our next play,Of Romeo and Juliet.
That lips of yours,
Shall I die with,
The broken stage,
As it crumbles.
Without a role,
There shall end,
My grave,
To be my dying bed.
