Acid rain of memories
burns my skin of brain
visual venom of faces
makes my heart dead
moments of evil transformation
along with death of my old identity
numerous hammers in action
against my half dead ideals
those shrieking from sore throats
is all i m hearing everywhere
those tears from crying souls
is showering before my eyes
indeed now, i feel complete.
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