You seems poisonous
Still I wanna gulp it
Coming from those eyes
And filling those lips
To use it before
Uttering any sort of wordp
That may come,
You seemed like a fire
Still I want to get in touch
And ready to be burnt all together
The sacrifices that
sun and moon
Been making
Is it evident enough
For your naked eye! ?
You seems as an conundrum
Or shall I name you as enigmatic town
Where everything shall remain
A mystery
You seemed like a ball of fire
In a dead island
Screaming and yelling
At demons
Residing within you
And all I can do
Is contemplate
Of cacophony of thoughts
Screaming inside me
you choose to play a song
Of your memory ,
Playlists, broken,
"The devils gonna make me
A free man", the devil is gonna set me free ,
I wonder why you always choose to put salt on your smile,
Maybe because the dogma says
" WHITE IS PURE"
And white might purge them all
The sins they kissed
He cover his emotions with layers of soil and becoming one with elements and as
Horizon said " Feed the land a worry the sheep , and when insects will have made their claim and after raven had his claim, he might be home ,
He drove back , within week playing with his emotions , playing numb as I can get and just wondering even if it's real ,
More like how real is it , I'm thinking of jester he doesn't even know , he might as well never , I hope he never does
But the sickening but ethereal realisation of everything gonna remain unfinished is still overwhelming pain for me to digest all together but the void can pretend to bear for once again
Uttering the name hell again
















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