no point writing descriptions-except the poems are already written.


i won't

i can
you cannot

i will not
stem th flow,
ease the painful oppression
you suffer,
my job -
is too see you suffer
so that i can shower
in the
coldness of your pain,
-.your life is ebbing.
curse me quickly...
and even that i enjoy.......
almost as much as your suffering.
i even know ..and relish
in the thought
of your suffering ......


........your reincarnation
and it's immenent death.They always have been. I just open the valve to let one flow out every so often.



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2007-06-18 at 21:23

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