Broken shards strewn across the floor
A crimson stain on the jagged wall.
Another scar on this trembling hand,
Darkness come save us all!
A putrid craving uncontained within
Slowly sapping the colour away.
Hold on to the withering arm of,
Mr. Fixer, come lead the way.
A callow slave soon fettered
For all of life and death as well.
Evil lurking in every breath,
Shards of a broken soul you sell.
Soon the insatiable demon returns,
Another scar, a crimson stain.
Hold on to the withering arm of,
Mr. Fixer, to fix you again.
Liked the poem (after u explained it to me)..........as u probably know i am a firm believer in the healing power of darknes, Mr. Fixer may be insatiable but he ain't a demon !
ReplyDeletemama, dark as hell!
ReplyDeletedark ra mama!!! JEAH!!! somehow reminds me of The Mentalist and Red John...
ReplyDeleteAt first glance the poem looks like a screamo song dude!
ReplyDeleteComments abt the new template (dont blame me, you ASKED for this :P)
Good that you chose a 3 column template, minimal widget clutter makes the actual blog post grab the centre of attention, thats great .. The Header Picture is good ra, but try to make it smaller, it is gobbling up your blog.. :P The colour looks a bit too monotonous, but maybe that was intentional! Overall verdict: Can do better :)
Hope I sounded like a serious SEO reviewer :P
Very wierd! ....yeah it does hae some connection with mentalist and Red john.....
ReplyDeleteSammy where are u ??not in bombay yet? review my blog! be very careful abt wat u say..
@ sammy, thanks for the comments... i hope this is an improvement over my previous layout :D
ReplyDeleteAbout the poem: Mr. Fixer is drugs. Poems talks about the need for a fix and how callow user soon becomes a fettered slave :) and the cycle continues. Somehow I thought people will obviously think about drugs, but Red Jon and Death are unintended possibilities :)