hours

Some things are meant to be broken. The hourglass and the stained memories. Years of thoughts and whispers are now daubed with fresh embitterment. Calloused sand castles, nightmares reigns .When all the desires seems despaired and gone. The waves of inhumanity bleaks. I oblige for no more favor. The razor forged tongue slits my heart open out.I tried, I failed. The voices still carries the dark phases. I am not asking for answers, nor I am thinking about the question. The ripped soul of mine doesn’t bother much to care. The excruciating pain is not because of love. I only know that I need to smile when I think of you. The sporadic dribbling in the puddle of flailing love. I am going far way. I don`t want to plead or want to lick by falling at your feet. The darkened sky above me is painted with velvet caresses. The air carries reek of you. The domain runs skewed where my head whizzes. I am sure there won’t be any heaven for me. My heart is obsessed with crippled agony.