Your name in my flesh like a tattoo
My mind- a puppet of your game of voodoo
Lifeless, under your spell
Sometimes i escape from the voodoo shrine
Sometimes i am meant to be trapped again

Hard times of ice age, eras of silent pain-
Not lucid enough to have a will of mine,
Walking without an umbrella in the rain,
Waiting for the clock to show the changing of time.
Waiting for a new hour to bring me a new life
Waiting for time to blank out my mind.

During the awakening hours, i try to reason
But what reason and logic is there behind my obsession?
Beyong love and hatred, and the shame of treason
I admit its become a lethal obsession.


I'm a patient that's sick of a lethal desease
Still waiting for hi-tech to fetch me a release.
WAiting for a doctor to heal my heart..
But who can save a heart that's no longer in its place?
It got smaller and smaller and shrinked up to the size of a cell,
that now encloses the primordial secrets of my existence
of my sorrows and woes, of the lands crossed by my toes.

25th oct. 2008