The End...

morning blues upon the ocean,
who am i??
a life kicked into motion..
happiness is just another notion,
i do,
swallow my emotions...

a subtle past,
my head into flames..
save me God,
from these still frames..
its all dark,
as the present play games..

i take a nap,
just to relax..
my mind is crunched,
when i see the lax..
i spin in neave,
i shirk and leave...

a six short gun,
and am dead..
i can imagine,
the colour of red..
my name rusts,on the wand,
this is nothing,
but the END..

Oshan...