Monday, December 28, 2009

The bird in the black house

"chirp chirp"
went the little birdie
before i broke its neck

and with a stretch of its wings
and a thrash of its talons
it choked on its own broken windpipe

"fly away now"
the bird told me
"fly away, for in the dark, you dont need wings"

and i flew
in the black house,
where no light peeps
where dreams sleep
in a slumber deeper than time

i flew through the walls
they are just shadows, after all
and i flew threw the roof
and the house flew with me

my own little prison

in the light we die
in the dark we are born
no light breaks into the womb,
or our hearts

slowly the house consumes me
making me one, with its shadows
i become its walls
its floor
its windows, its doors
it becomes the skin on my soul

this house is bigger than my existence
bigger than the universe
this house is older than eternity
it has been home to the devil,
the angels
the holy and the unholy spirit

it has cradled the Son
it has been built by the Father
it is the beginning and the end

I feel a storm within me
a choked pipe ready to burst
a storm of tears will burst through
and wash me away

i need to cry
i need to scream

i need to kill
i need to die


Standbymind said...

Amazing Stuff...
That what I call powerful and loaded!

Loved reading!

Raghav said...

thanx mate

buckingfastard said...

reading it got me into mood fr sum weed....psyche stuff...likes!!!

Raghav said...

thanx bucking... inspiring you to get high is a good thing i guess

Sherry Wasandi said...

"In the dark, you don't need wings"

This was great. Liking your stuff.

Standbymind said...

You are tagged pal!

Do your thing!

Happy New Year!

Raghav said...

thanx sherry

will do standby

Shadow Lor said...

The last four lines are exactly how I feel.

ryn: Parents suck.

Raghav said...

lor... not just them.. a lot of other things too