When terror strikes,
fear inside you...
There was the hunger
and suicide...
A pink rose was set to strip
letting the leaves fall...
An acid dropp burns your lips,
dares you to question...
It was a dirty war
of moat...
On a hollow path
you had failed...
They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence...
Sky weeps, I was collecting clouds
from stillness of the sea...
Right on top, you were inching slowly.
United in hate...
For the fusion of minds
let the long vigil of night begin...
For death of conflicts,
and conflicts of death...
In situ,
a pod holds a promise...