He wrote his life.
She edited, beautifully!-
Misery brings clarity,
misery sells news,
misery is music,
to those
who hum
its tune.
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i so very well know that
i'd sing this song
until the last gasp of air
holds me along.
if only i could,
i'd stop humming this tune
and end this song
possibly soon.
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Tootna to lazmi hain har baar,
Jodna to hamara kaam hain !
Jod do dil se kuch iss tarah,
Ki shaayad kabhi tootne ki jarurat naa aaye !
💖💝 Jai Gajanan 💝💖-
The song has become alarming,
which I had set as alarm tune.-
Rivers of Crimson
I feel everything, but my body is truly limited, as it can only show so much. The embodiment of pain, so much pain, has become a mask of obsidian that has leeched into my skin. Layer after layer it builds, almost as though it is shielding me from the arrows that try ever so hard to see me bleed.
But can't you see?
Can't you see how day by day I crawl ever so torturously closer to the bearer of the bow?
Let me be. The thing is, pain is all I ever want to know, but it is something that I won't ever feel again. Please let me embrace it's consequences one last time, I terribly need to see rivers of crimson flow.
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It may seem like
the strings of guitar...
But it's
an entangled mesh of wire...
The former makes a tune...
The latter, a prune...
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As....In the sky with threir lights
stars always..... shine✨
Everything alright but
yet I'm not... fine🤷🏻
Without any tune life has
become like.... rhyme🎶
I'm drunk without any
intoxication, like drinking... Wine🍷
I am in living in this illusion,
calling that which is not mine🫶🏻-