Aaqib Ahmed
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Tears Of Red Blood,,,,,,,,,,,,
Bulit hopes and dreams on fragments of lost emotions of tears,
leaving all success on a cliff,about to fall into a black sea of darks,
patient tears flowed up on an endless crevice
burning the current's path in to a deeper emotion-
vision of material and mentall success, possessions,fame,hopes and fantasises
built empty sad dreams upon weak broken ideals,
in a safe-created world, my self-created world, me myself and I,no one else,
i was surrounded,drowned within my own thoughts,my own soul, my own heart,
trapped in a chamber of my rib cage crying with blood,asking to come out,
it can't,its trapped too deep,no hope,no chance,not even a glimmer,or a sparkle,or even a fragment,
I try to run,fail,try to jog,fail,try to walk and just about manage,
visions from everywhere haunt me,slowly taking my life away,tick,tick,tick,
days go,hours go,seconds go,hopeless,unable I am,
to climb out this bitter wind of reality,trying to consume my every flesh,
stabbing me like a thorn from a rose,leaving not even an atom of scent for me to smell,
Ya Allah this life is worthless.....................
Author-Me
