a withering life

Thursday, March 31, 2011


 I decide to disappear.,
Where my weeping you will not hear,
I go and sit, and slit my wrist.
But without something sharp to use,
My heart it can take no more abuse!                                          

A blade i find, glistening in the darkness i called life,
In my hand it feels right, cutting along, this knife.


of unconsciousness and I try to wake
Is my heart meant to be left in ache!

For the life of shame, I'll take the blame
But it wasn't her fault, I lived that way.


~Prashanth








A walk in sadness

Friday, March 25, 2011


Pretending to be happy is but a sad distraction
I rush to give you my silent warning a gentle squeeze of your hand
As I glance at the path i’ve walked, i’ve endured, companionless
My face is overwhelmed with a familar aroma and the duest keeps piling up
I collapse outside of town, land softly
My legs are weary of their endless journey
And fleeting memories run through my head
I see the same profile, hear the same words over and over
Like the girl who asked me “isn’t life so sad when all you do is live?”
You’re still careless, young and helpless…
Disapperaing into a hollow void
Now haveing witnessed sadness you should never have seen
Crying tears that should have remained dry
We may not be tough enough to live on truth alone,but you know, we dont need to be