Where am I?
On the brink of a doomed hill
murmuring monologues to myself
Images floating through my eyes
...
Hate this world
Whoever tarnished it
Roary purple roses
Fanatical rear heart
...
The Moment
Where am I?
On the brink of a doomed hill
murmuring monologues to myself
Images floating through my eyes
Searching into myself
If i was ever alive
Or was it just a dream
fading away into darkness
A darkness called fantasy
Which dangled upon me as a knife
Flabbergasted was I
With shenanigans of fate
Which duped me as a hollow soul
But if I fall into the darkness
I shall be vanished in oblivion
And am I dead then?