something i want to hear.
your hair ablaze with fire that eats away at papers
papers of poems, needs, desires, temptations.
with every step theres crunching of cities.
every tone of your voice, cracks and shakes the earth.
eyes deep, black holes
that drowns the masses within
insensitivity to life.
foresight forbade future comings to
stay stuck up in this present, but paradoxically our 'past'
with every crush that you set out against
you unwillingly make a eventually fatal blow to yourself.