Grip, Ungrip. Contain, Refrain.

Look around. See the mess. Regress. Don’t confess.
Lead me to the edge. No need to show it to me. I feel disgusted.
Lie to me.

Denial. That what it’s all about.
False notions. False promises. More lies.

Burn. Hot in hell. This place it is.
Eat my mind. I’ve given up.
Burn. Fade. Die.

By Lovell on March 14, 2009 · Posted in Death

8 Comments | Post Comment

vicky says:

wonderin wat u were doin at 3:56 pm yesterday…2 have penned this down…lol

Posted on March 15th, 2009

Lovell says:

This is what I feel about this country.

Posted on March 15th, 2009

Sasidhar says:

There’s beauty in everything too. I enjoy looking around the mess sometimes, with loud music playing … the rush, people wandering around like lost zombies going from one place to the other, living a life of monotony, and a few meters away a bird sits on a wire, and it seems like it’s trying to understand why people do these things. It gives up, and flies away.

Posted on March 15th, 2009

Lovell says:

Sexyraju.. U need a drink.. I don’t find any of this chaos exciting.

Posted on March 15th, 2009

Swetha says:

@Sasidhar : What a load of crap !! does this have to do anything with
@ Lovell : Do you think we can clean up the place?? :O

Posted on March 15th, 2009

Lovell says:

Ballz to this place man. I gave up long back.
I’m the most unpatriotic guy in this country!!!

Posted on March 16th, 2009

Afrin says:

You’re better off in India rather than being in a place where you’d get shot if you as much as reveal the skin on your ankle.

Posted on March 31st, 2009

Lovell D'souza says:

Er, as I said.
I don’t even care what goes on here..

Posted on April 1st, 2009