Rage and counting the tyranny of the morning sun to wash away the sins sans cult insipid.Shattered remains like the proverbial verses of burzum.Night fears it fate.Floating and crumbled its pride into dust.Effervesces of the tainted lust fades.
The light pierce the dark wretched sky. The cadence of nocturnal requiem with a sullen voice singing a my desolation song. morning carrying the blood of the colour blind night with a dangling soul in the crystal clear sky.the unquiet hulking dies in the embracing arms of enchanted raising sun .we are doomed to face a cold nihility of day light.My dreams still conversing with my head.Periphery of the dark tale still tethered for my own dark night inside me .My calloused heart bathed in the shimmering moonlight .A myriad shades etching the brimming horizon for a tenebrous platform .Momentum gained and fulled with the sublime chaos.The propagation is a teaser.Conceptualizing and mocking my head like Odysseus
I have mountain of work to do professionally,personally,spiritually,creatively and technically and many other-ally. But I am procrastinating on all of them or most of them.So, I end up blogging instead.Slowly nudging my ducks in a row :p
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