Street Forty Six

Those innocent eyes

That sweet lips

He observed every movement of hers

Where she went

When she sat

What she ate

Most of all when she was alone

He had resisted his thirst for over twenty five years

All those years he felt like pouncing and biting her neck

Oh the blood would taste lovely and sweet

He was sure of that

But in all these years 

Not once had he the guts to do that

Today was the day

He closed his eyes

Gave himself away to his senses

And cornered her in street 46

He moved closer

He didnt know what the look on her face was

But if he saw her he wouldn't be able to do it

He slowly moved towards her neck

The fragrance of her blood

He bit into her neck

And she was forever gone

He now looked at her

He felt himself cry

She was gone,

And now he wanted her back...

Love

Sonshu

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Rose of suicide

Rose of suicide

I sang all night, the night I cried,

I cried whole night, the night I died.

As I woke up, I could see my own body,

It felt little giddy, it felt real shoddy.

I went up and down, I went here and there,

I found myself hanging, in the soaking thin air.

I saw no long tunnel, I saw no bright light,

I ventured in the air like the freshly cut kite.

Then I saw a lake, a green fake lake,

Was it real lake or a cake angels bake?

I saw little angel, like a soft puppy,

Her eyes were slim, her lips were sloppy

Her wings where white, here eyes were green,

She was the cute fairy of my quintessential dream.

We saw the pink sun, we saw the grey showers,

On the bank of the lake we talked for hours.

“You hear the bells toll, you hear the black crow,

It’s been a long time, you must now go.”

“Take this red rose”, her sweet words said,

“Smell, this and I’ll come to you, if you feel sad”

She took me to a cliff, and shoved me down,

I crashed on my head, but I woke up in my bed.

No it wasn’t me, I wasn’t any dead.

It was my cute and lovely dream, which died instead.

I felt so lonely, so teary so low,

And so as I felt that, I had never felt so.

I took a decision, I picked the sharp knife,

To meet her again, I ended my life.

And then I started singing, I hummed all night,

The night I cried, was the night I died.