Monday, June 20, 2011

Murder Scene

Picking up the splattered flesh on the walls, the floors, the furniture,
cleaning the mess from a blood bath,
the eye out of it's socket, the arms out it's body, the brain out of it's skull.

For sometimes I thought it was intact but it wasn't.
Understanding its reasons but never to be understood.
Maybe this is the only way it can be clear, understood, processed,
through death be my own.

2 comments:

ieraLEE said...

i feel kinda awkward when i realised its almost like what i dreamt about. I should read other people's post more often.

Zulhilmi said...

Well I think its just coincidence..
plus emotions are of their own and regardless of the similarities or lack of it is what is felt rather than the details...