Tuesday, March 5, 2019

0.4.03.2019


As the dusk, feeds on the light, I am all wake ,to erase the senses. Tonight, I drown myself in the bottle of absinthe....

20 Mins later.....
Inebriated, disgusted, in the prime of my debauchery. 
Lost in the zone, not a segment of culture remained, to be true or untrue.
My domain is so nonchalant, as I am so structural to the dope.
I can only breed, discordance, in ultimate true chaos ,lost within, in which I find my serenity. 
Hopes fly, and annihilate themselves.No need to care for tomorrow or moment next
I am just giddy, with sense of calmness. 
I am not me

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