Thirsty crows like wolves smothered under a seismic wave.
Teens with guns and broken dreams sleep voluntarily in their grave.
Modern incantations and ritual schemes rise a blood soaked moon. The ones alive lie in their bed praying that death would come soon.
Whirlwinds in water bodies engulfing manmade creations, While them back at home slip in to the void maintaining suicidal relations.
And silence meets the departing sands exhaling destruction. Another life sucked in to the void under self mutilation.
© Aniket More