Bedspread like black waves, <br />awaits the kill tonight; <br /> <br />Pillows like puce slabs, <br />readies its arms to smash; <br /> <br />And night lamp like dark moon, <br />smirks with sadistic eyes. <br /> <br />In those waves, with haste, I plunge; <br />Against those slabs, I crash; <br /> <br />and beneath that moon, I fall <br />To die again, to live!<br /><br />Pradeep Dhavakumar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daily-death/
