Wonder How

Splitting my veins I let the blood ooze ,
Trickling with a burning desire my fingers broaden,
Thoughts of your surmise around my neck tightens,
Choking on truth I wheeze for fabrication,
Reality besieged with the being of its creation,
Veins overflowing with deception now,
Such sadness of my part, you wonder how?

(11900047)   Copyright ©08/01/2005 Ronil Tataria