I am unable to unhurt myself.
– Aniket More
Nightmares calling to the edge of the dark. A lonely heart turning putrid, dusk to disembark.
Tide marks fading, no more anticipating drowning bodies. A sun dragged by the horizon, Non-vertical abyss.
A strange calling from the noose of the used. A final wail from the throat of the refused.
Departure greeting the relentless rain, A woeful season submerged in ageless pain.
© Aniket More