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Saturday, February 04, 2006

The Killer.
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creation by MEL.-

Effacing the stains,the scene of contamination,
Cursing the innocence,the underlying participation,
Enigma that spirits,lies still in the mist,
Gruelling,stomach-turning,nauseous anticipation,
Blur of Trackers,hidden in the dense bliss,
Chastity given a new meaning,
Reassured;

Fusing within that trauma of psychology,
Perturbed by those among the red tide population,
Minorities of the few,engrossed in the play,
The reds spread in and out,to and fro,from and about,
A candycane with pastel stripes depict the image,
Frantic souls racing against the terrorists of time,
A depth within the drowning,
Fumble amidst the sprouting,
Of notorious nefarious.

Negate the evidence,buried subsoil,
Demoralised with lack-lustre,a cause and an effect,
Rust and go bust,Maintain the dead crust,
Cut and open,Seal and dignify,
Detain the suspects,innocent they were,
Release the knell,they mourn and they grieve,
The bereavement of the neglected angels,
Life of an exterminated,over-rated convent,
Nunnery;

Pray for the weakness,the contest between losers,
Kneel to the graveyard,the skulls of tender losses,
Dance in the diss co,Discriminate the fiasco,
Rain of the spades,hide indoors,dont reveal,
The drizzles of needles,hit,and drip,
Bleed and pin,Destiny soon decreed,
A fate that had never been;

Cherish a love,a love shortchanged,
A hate for a love?A love for a grudge?Oh,an exchange,
Desire for the courage,the fame and the top,
You struggle to fight,you never realised,
Competition strived,soon the blood came to life,
Ice-blended?

Forgeries of jubilation,do you hear them?so clear.
Soft cheers of victories,Loud tentacles of vented frustrations,
Vying to outdo,Desperate to consume,A lethal,bend of the round-about,
A turn to a dead-end,Change over a new leaf,and proliferate,
Particles evaporate,Unify into vacuum,sucked as a whole,
They climb,they rise,they tend to rely,
The bad via the players of the game,
Posers?

Blades,freshly regained,Sharpened with a new edge of morbidity,
Cuti nto the atmosphere,Rant of infidelity respect,
Spear through the blushing pilgrims,Dip in and out,
Tickle the authencity,Dress the veins of explicity,
Curving in,and driving out.Spacing apart and draining slowly,
Fading away,clouds of grey,fogs of the blind,
Untangle this mess,solve the mystery,
You hear their plea,
"Return the key."

The key to open the doors of the justice,
The key to smuggle those goods of happiness,
Enter the new era of the blessed,
But the key,never to be retrieved,
A fit for the none,never to the least,
Waste and utter,Pawn and clutter,
Relinquish the lock of stationary,
Demolished the scene;

So,camouflage a trend,the fashion remains so timely,
Fake a smile,trash the happiness,toss the hurt,
Laugh till your guts spill,the waste inside could never be subdued,
For The Killer took one last stab,one final drag,
No one saw,and no one knew,
For the reason was nothing new,
A lie it had all been,A masquerade of all the tricks,
Infamous flair;

You try to run,you try to hide,
But in the end,it's all deep inside,
Flourish and flunk,"for all that glisters is not gold",
The mold you hid in,a shelter you breathed within,
So face the music,you once shut off,
Away from your head,annoy the facade,do,
Blood spilled twice and thrice,many and too many,
For the Killer took one last stab,one final drag,
No one saw,and no one new,
For the reason was nothing new.

10:29 AM