~~~ Blind View From A Hospital Bed ~~~

Broken pieces of chance and destiny

Coursing through other's blood and greed-

Fighting thoughts grow like weed

Trouble breathing, 

Something wrong in the air

Big minds clash with small;

Bring despair

Trust the wrong,

You break the song

White,bleak stars falling before my eyes,

Falling down along with their skies;

Mothers giving birth to feed their egos,

The whole world telling loving lies

Happiness is a bird

Happiness is a lie

It wants its freedom,

It wants to fly

The whole world breaking into two,

And a head bereft

A head on my bed

Millions and millions mean nothing

All of them want their own selves-

But they end up fighting ,

Using others to build themselves

Destroying structures like serpents and vultures

I see the sun set

I see myself being pulled down by mosquitoes,

Tasting the blood they get

Big minds and small,

Trying to have it all -

Refusing to see the truth

Just to see the truth one has to fight

Fight, burn and quarrel through the night

For though beneath the flesh there's only blood

Beyond the head, there's an anonymous light

People and their sick belongings;

Minds that struggle in shallow waters

Mothers who lack brain and train their daughters

Beneath the bed sheets my heart bleeds

I struggle like hell

I struggle like fire under water,

Like sheep during slaughter

I struggle like life during death -

All faces are poisonous faces,

All love leaves traces so red -

With eyes half open

All consciousness trickles down my brow,

And  round black revolvers come to my head...