Stringing the Liquid.

I wrote this way back in 2003, i was into writing poems and songs then, this, when you will read you will know for whom i wrote it. Found it while cleaning my room, paper's still intact, the same condition when i left it and left it to get lost so that i would never see it again, but today, after seeing it after 3 years, im really excited and i wanted to post it in here right away cos its also been a while since i posted.

Stringing The Liquid...............

Sitting still, with the world staring at me,
broken will, scattered and hard to see.
I've tried and tried, but darkness wont fade,
been thinking of life, the parts i have remade.
Pieces of time, disturbed with your touch,
moments i needed, i needed you much.
Perpetual madness, tangible to the hardest stone,
Momentary happiness, flickers away alone.

The thoughts in me and the things you said,
the only things upon which my soul ever fed,
being blessed with a sense of morbid,
It ain't easy, stringing the liquid.

Paranoid lexicon, fluzing blur to bright,
fugal shadow, consuming the darkest light,,
stretched pain, sheds tears till death,
unholy rain, unchristens the sins it met,
Orange blue, perpetuated on the heavens floor,
with lonliness, dripping from my core.
In the middle of nowhere, im standing alone,
everyone's with me, but im on my own.

The dust settles down and the anger dies,
in this world of dreams and hell of lies
and of all my petulant hands ever did,
the one i didn't, Stringing the liquid.