Faith lies strangled in the frozen attics of my mind.
Murdered in style, investigation pending..
"A few more clues and we would know what killed it sir!
though it seems like it was someone close to you.."
The hands of clock are slit.. they would bleed time for a few days more..
A tampered tongue on which a few syllables are left unpronounced..
I wonder whatever happened to "insanity"..
the last time i saw her she was wearing winter with upfolded sleeves..
Strange seasons i got this year.. strange seasons...





