-To amplify the little bit of magic hidden in the monotony of our unending existence. To save the remote parts of us and repair the damage caused by this forever shinning sun over our heads. To give us our dark cloud and rainbow and rain. To be an umbrella for all those dreams and desires we are so ashamed to let out in open. Someone who’d bring to life the dollhouse sitting at the attic under those trophies and futile validation. Just how often do we bring our inner selves on a table, opposite to our outer selves and think about this one person who knows them both.
New year, new people, new Hope
And every time the damned weather played,
It plucked a scarlet fibre from her pallid frame.
Her eyes would sink deep into her puny cheeks,
And her limpid palms would lose some fine lines,
But, like she always believed,
-the more you desiccate, more visible you were to the world.
A sudden jolt of terror,
gazing at a ghoul standing by.
Lashing a dialogue, bitter for my soul
and a scenery toxic to my eye.
A canvas of corpses burying on a trolley
and no one to answer my Why.
And when you breath(if you)
they tamper with your soul,
slither in your creed- like a nemesis burning your margins.
Shunning your parish, you groan-
gospels in his teeth.
Craving to bleed.