Rigor mortis

Requiems rain unsung,
in the rigid continuity of time,
gone are the dreams,
of motionless silhouettes sublime;
Reveries lost in consciousness.

Morbid lunacy,
obscure visions of anarchy,
restraining a frozen heart;
Tied down to reality;
In a space between life and after;
Suspended, in-animation.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

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

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s