The trick is not to find someone
who can calm the insane in You.
But, to find the one who finds a zest
in it and amplifies the aberrant.-
Berserk!
Some nights
I want to unbuckle myself...
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Tonight, is a dead moons bleaky night of DARKNESS
Escorted with an excruciating SILENCE
The breeze too is not gentle rather going BERSERK
Dark clouds are gathering , smells like An HAVOC
And here I am in the realm of infinity ,standing ALONE
With the onus of memories in heart which may implode SOON
I think you are kind enough to fulfill my Last WISH
Hit me with a glimpse of yours when i die burning in ANGUISH
-
Armed with effete exordium, the writer began her written composition with outright ignorance.
Her thoughts were archaic and dull and her heart was a cocktail of puerile sentiments and jejune convictions.
Her words were prosaic.
Her letters were wistful.
Her imperfection sipped out with every single pour.
She is a writer. A writer with no name.
-
If your will to survive
has surpassed your Physical Limits
You feel your skin crawl,
When you are about to crack,
The will to survive,Grants you
The strength to keep on going
And it finally turns you into a Amerethine
Berserker.-
Never underestimate others..
They may look weak but when they reach their limit no one can stop them...
They may bring hell on earth...-