A broken silhouette


Blanket of abstract black,
rivers of light engulf;
On the verge of desolation;
Keep me frozen with fright;
Entranced by the frailty of my
necrophilic subconscious.

Scared of my
insatiable thirst;
Lusting for a beat-less heart;
Hidden behind memories,
obscure images from the past,
Under this twisted veil of dark-
ebony hair flowing down her shoulders,
tied to my chest,
tearing through my vision,
Ending this vile Rorschach test.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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