echoes of the verses of deletion,
an exile for hidden death
implanted at the sanctum of his mind
drenched in hot tears, dripping
demonic dreams of half decayed soul,
confined in a place of illusion.
enigmatic vague's chaotic deliverance
distorted thoughts slowly creeping.
sick & tired of living,
twisted ambience calls to die.
forever with this empty soul, i cry
a shimmering razor for cure
Morphine , not the exact remedy
I am sure.
ever existing sarcasm, &
sick twisted lie,
optimum point of decay,
i am ready to die.
a relieving sigh.
last smile to hide the pain
i,bled & waned.
nothing left to gain
gonna drift away from you.
a calming sigh
my inanimate melancholic bye..........
