A pleasure for puppet fingers,
they verbally pull my heart-strings
With whispers screaming silently,
in pitch corridors of stain's soul.
My sanctum drags down pang’s pathway,
where I once saw crackling sea-saws
In indigo clouds I inhaled,
but fell off the high of heaven.
Beautiful eyes caged in chaos,
blasphemous dreams leave casualties
As I exhale flaming ashes,
of suffocations dark demons.
In lifeless Imagination,
I saw this raw reality.











my brother this is absolutely awesome!








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