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January 10, 2015


It forcibly illuminated her path,
But still she eluded and still stumbled,
Chaos… only her thought pattern could comprehend,
A gazillion alternatives leading to that peculiar zone,
That all familiar stab of dread,
Embracing melancholia and deceptive apparitions,
One on one with chocking tear droplets
Hearken to the bells!
Its time to rid off your time!
But chakra.
Or is it that addiction to tear and ruin?
In that forlorn paradise…


From → dark poetry

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