with the eyes of a fog,

seeing nothing but confusion,

blank, plain mesmerization before me,

my eyes close,

but a nightmare awakens and laughs

The clock ticks,

the time my heart died when she left

I see it's grave,

vanishing in extinction

as my visions of hope would expect

but!

I see a corpse of romance,

bruised with one loud wound

she took pride in being

the undertaker of my heart,

she buried it, in an abyss of oblivion,

far from reality

I want not lying in bed,

but sleeping on a bed of spines,

the blood of my heart pays the price

for her departure

and the ghost of my heart,

lingers with the war of torture

in its mind,

thinking for itself,

it proposes that I die with it,

commit a romantic suicide

to hide myself from the rest of the world,

that my very being might

be wrapped with infinitive soil

till I am seen no more

and in the underworld,

my tears shall rest,

for they have often fall

for the lost of the one,

I loved dearly

even now the locket of memory

refuses to burn

in the furnace of forgetfulness

as she was dear to me,

really dear,

precious...

kind.

                         By Kakraba Afful

Every since you went

my mind took a train

to the station of destruction,

so I became a walking bomb,

bound to explode,

detonated by the sorrow of the days

My happiness had been convicted

for the felony of laughter?

I can't believe this,

but it is only now,

when the my soul is cuffed

with your departure

that I was destined for sadness

and this powerful destruction

The clock continues to moan,

as it knows that a life is eliminated

the moment is reaches destination

zero and the world goes dark,

my eyes closed forever.

                                                   By Kakraba Afful

Let the ambulance of love

come take my crashed soul away,

the soul which was unable

to be save by the accident of heartbreak,

let them put me on a guerney of hope,

to know that my heart can live again

But for now, I'm on the ground

and the sob of twilight is my deathbed

the news she gave me

was as electrifying as the militance

of a tazor

But now a name comes like a siren,

to deliver me, a corpse of hopeless

me, a corpse,

my heart, a corpse,

zombies in the existence of love

but with her kiss,

there shall be an unbeatable sunlight,

and my heart shall wear the rainbow

as a scarf

to show that there is new life

and that the downfall of a man

is certainly not the end of his life.

                                                   By Kakraba Afful

I guess year by year, cartoons

would have given me a trophy

or certificate for Most Artificial,

well that was me,

with my eyes like an optical, external

hard drive, I had precisely

copied the actions of many fictitious characters

with the valid software of tact

Yep, I was a scholar of immitations,

my mind was a blueprint of cartoons and movies,

what a mess it was?

well, I did it for attention basically

I guess one thing that De-graft Jr.

will have to understand is that

he can't always be getting attention

formerly or at first, I liked to listen

to people so I could see their facial expressions,

that was in the past,

I'm not immitating anyone now

But it was fun somehow,

because when you immitate someone,

you get the opportunity

of thinking like them

and understanding them,

so it also helped me to understand people,

well that was the old me,

I'm being myself now,

chow.

                             By Kakraba Afful