seems a girl in her early twenties
losing out her usual charm,
perhaps owing to her recent breakup,
is all alone feeling the pangs inside,
that is making her feel the pain of the evil’s crude phase,
the wretched she, is all lonely losing out her usual charm,
sulking alone in this desolated woods
while musing about her mate, her days ahead
that seems so dubious for her,
feeling the sting of the evil phase’s serpent,
that is throwing her down so harsh
alongside the woeing pathos and her arid insides,
she is so devastatingly low
with too many answer less questions running through her mind.
she is all low and down losing out her usual charm,
this separation is taking its toll inside her,
so eerie queer and dark,
her pangs are vieling her so badly
even to the least bit of solace.
the serpent sting is so wrecking inside her,
biting her so harsh making her succumb
to its ugly tentacles that is creeping inside her
like a crawling devil that spits the intense venom
to kill anyone merely for its touch,
owing to its darker power intervention and sinister tinge,
all it takes is merely a fraction of a second
for this intense slithering beast’s clutch,
to seize someone to its unholy dread.
all it takes is merely a fraction.
She is all confused and dizzy
with the prevailing phase of the phantom,
this pangs of separation is so intense and arid
sparing not even a least bit of solace,
making her sulk all alone in the woods,
wrecking her down.
she is all dazed and dizzy,
and her head is spinning round and round
without any clue in haze and hues of void.
She is spinning round and round cluelessly
like a song lacking it’s lyrics, it’s very music,
like a colour lacking its very pigment.
the stolid she is dazed and dizzy
with her insides sans its inherent light,
with her soul sans its aura.
Its drizzling in the woods,
the apathetic she starts to walk caring least about the rain,
while musing about her beau,
her future, her days ahead
and all about those hintless questions inside her head,
that doesn’t seem to cease flashing in her mind.
amidst those dark ridged barks
she is walking all alone
feeling the pain and pangs of missing her beau,
while her mind pictures
their times together every now and then.
she takes in couple of shots of vodka from the bottle of absolut in her car
before driving back home.
Its light, it’s dark, its flashing,
its light it’s dark,
the yet to be replaced flickering light
in her room tells the story.
the indifferent she, quietly observes
herself standing in front of the mirror,
after taking in another vodka shot.
Its light, its flashing, it’s dark,
its light its dark.
she is standing in her balcony
in this wee hour of the midnight like a insomniac
deprived of sleep but high and intoxicated,
yet still feeling this void of the serpent’s creep.
the light in her room continues to flicker
amidst the prevailing silence.
Its light it’s dark, its flashing,
its light it’s dark.
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