Messy old bed, surrounded by four grey walls, now plays the role of Ancient Temple.
Constantly changing scenes on the blue screen make the eyes bleed.
When Gods remain deft to your prays and all the shadows disappear from the darkness, sadness wraps it’s noose around your neck, trying to strangle.
I have almost lost myself, I’m just accidental passion that will be lost by this evening.
I have hidden my tenderness deep inside, just like the swords hide the pain before the fatal moment.
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