His screams unheard,
Trapped in this dulcet world,
His mind falling prey to languor,
A quiver of revelation,
Encloses his iridescent heart,
His solitude, an ephemeral journey,
His blaze, an elixir to his candour.........
Sometimes when you lose your way, you find YOURSELF !
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Mortal Daze
PoesíaIn the depths of hell, do demons not love one another? We are all in the same game, Just different levels, Dealing with the same hell, Just different devils........
