From your shadows it is born, From the shadows that you scorn, Under your feet it will hide, In your fears it will reside, In your mind it will play, On your sanity it will prey, It’s body has no shape, For its the sins you can’t escape, In your dreams it will roam, In your nightmares it calls home, From your shadows it was born, In the shadows you will burn.
Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has
She’s as dark as midnight, dark as pitch, darker than the foulest bitch Give your dark heart to me Your presence torments every part of my body I dream about you so passionately My dreams are the regrets of my
More choices is an illusion that laces the present with hope. Incessant are our needs yet like an endless race. Sullied with unattainable goals- we take a step back for a better perspective. Tracing our steps we devise plans that