Pen on A3 size paper. 2004
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Death’s garden with her unyielding sorrow beckoned me
Her mephistophelian eyes lashed at me as I rejected the Siren’s call
The garden’s roseate lips quivered in anger
Then fed me mendacious odes of love
The tourniquet of the garden violated me!
It cannot save me
She promised me eternal love
Torrents of blood, of unrequited love!!
She tells me to cry, cry for my grave for it will not absolve me, nothing will
Dishonoured by the world, she offers me life that I lament
Wrapped around her neck
A prison of her neck
A high she needs to satisfy
We are her stash
Euphoria in the wounded ones