Meet me at the crossroads of lust and hate
For an object I so desire must chain me.
Cast away your soul and breath
And come only with the weaponry of your trade.
Be unfeeling when I am not chaste
Lest my broken clockwork tick again
And race to keep pace with the life that has flown by
And bear witness to the performance of
Forgotten black angels in their hypnotic masque again
And string all their words in unbearable poetry.
Meet me at the crossroads of lust and hate
And cast away all that I desire of you.
Be the faceless stranger with the weaponry of his trade
So when I meet my death, you can go your way.
Meet me at the crossroads of lust and hate
But do not bring your love
I do not know which road to take.
Pretty interesting Abhi -let's see this at FB?
ReplyDeleteDear Max,
DeleteDo we have a Glo-times group on FB? I haven't managed to find it.
>.<
Glo had floated one but it seems to have run into some problems. Remind her.
Deletequite interesting.There seems to be a mix of tenses,or is it that I have not understood?Love the vehemence of the emotions...good work
ReplyDeleteHmm. No. There isn't a tense issue.
DeleteBut at what point does it seem that way? Just checking.