I perched today in the rain of autumn's late harvest,
Nothing, nothing, nothing but travesty,
Drop after drop after drop of a stone's weightless gravity,

Pain dripped and mixed with the dead grain,
pain milky cloudy purple and insane,
pain germinates across these polluted plains,

Her dread perfume still clings to me,
The bread of her soul still stings me,
Her infertile love is the acid inside of me,

In the depths of the dead winter's heart
there lies my tormented fleeting fearful hart,
For all eternity to be hunted by love's doomed dart.



©Rangzeb Hussain

They killed a Man,

They killed a Message,

They Killed a Vision,

They killed a Dream,

They killed universal Peace,

But...

No matter what they do,

The Dream still lives on,

The Dream still marches on,

The Dream still shines on,

The Dream still glows brightly on.



©Rangzeb Hussain

Smoke in the underpass,
Darkness in the subway pass,
Evil in the alley,
Shadows in Death's valley.

Into the sultry misty wood enters a pert
girl wearing a red hood and tight skirt,
the slinky material short and silky,
rising high to reveal a slash of black lace curly and *****.

He grabs her from behind stifling her shout,
He forces claws across and into her lipstick mouth,
He stabs her face into the ***** stained wall,
He reeks of cheap aftershave as he throws her against the iron door.

Darkness enters her eyes and tears,
Darkness enters her mouth and ears,
Darkness enters her heart and nose,
Darkness empties inside her soul.



©Rangzeb Hussain

Life
Lies,
Love
Lusted,
Trust
Tortured,
Shell
Shocked,
Bones
Batt­ered,
Jagged
Justice,
Desolate
Death.



©Rangzeb Hussain

She told no one...*



©Rangzeb Hussain