Dry Lemons...

For it starts with a glance
seeing Bright Colds dance pretty
Out of tune & totally immune to us
Smile! Smile as it cracks Logic!
For colored worlds miss serenity.

A failing exoskeleton of old beings
Lost in their raison d'etre
Nothing falls prey to itself
Feast! Feast as it stumbles down !
A bright reminder of loss & naught.

So Haze & soundproof rooms disperse
As still points mark the mental loop
And our void become full once again
Flee! Flee as Reality shines again!
So encrusted are we in its confines.


As breaths & pulses pass by slowly
We refer to joy as a consolation
For muted thoughts & subjugated wills
Fall! Fall as colors appear again!
As you rot in dried wells of sanity

Courtesy to Omar Saleh.... whose demonic mind creates beautiful proses.
To get intouch with Omar: bhaal_son@hotmail.com