i watched her face.

I watched her face while she told me,
We who are born out of hell don't expect any heaven.
You who are in heaven have no idea of our hell.
Between crawling zombies -- we struggle in our spiderwebs
Surviving daily --is our only freedom.

Then, she said again;
To shatter the darkness -- the midnight ink sprawls out of my head with a verbal axe.
Cutting; chopping; scribbling --arranging a recipe out of insomnia.
Garnishing with my two eyes--two tombs
Probing into its own history
The dust settled on thoughts does'nt even move.