Thursday, July 27, 2006

A Victory (Of Some Sort)

The body is a history map of won battles. Written in blood, and scabbed into oblivion. A form of insanity, or sanity forsaken? Who am I to say? Shadows are on the wall becoming alive, succumbing loneliness as they brush against the anguished face, "You won again," They whisper.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

fuck you ya7mara! this one's 3AWSOME!!!!!!!!!

la wallah, so awesome!

8:49 PM  
Blogger Mystique said...

Lol! Thank you Zahoor, your passion overwhelms me !

3:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

lol, yes i'm a very overwhelming passionate person as ya know :D!!
*does tricks with my eyebrows*..

if anyone wrote a poem about me, would it be funny or sad?

12:56 AM  
Blogger Mystique said...

Hmm... Something ironic. Something a condescending eye wouldn't catch. You know what I mean :)

2:26 PM  

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