Monday, March 14, 2011

Die!


We die. We become a song. 
Or we become a number.
Can we choose how to die?
What will be the perfect way to die ? 
The perfect day to die.
Should we die alone ? 
Should we die together ?
Maybe we can die for our children.
Maybe we can die for our dreams.
Maybe we can die for poetry.
Can we die for love ?
We shouldn’t die for things.
Things are cunning. Things don’t die. We do.
Should we die for religion, for our invisible Gods ?


God ! Should we die waiting for him?

You died. You died for no reason at all.
I’ve closed my eyes. I’m trying to feel your pain. I'm numb.
Does it help ?
Try again!
I’ve closed my eyes. Blocked out the world. Thrown away my cunning things. But I can’t feel enough. I simply can’t feel your pain.

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