The sky looks so empty in a world so pout with pride. It is not blue or grey. Somewhere in between where the veil of an unknown world still curtains the Green horn of the world. Wonder what a green horn is? It is not a mind which is green in envy. It is a horrid cry of the green lady who once made us romanticize in the qualms of her cold breeze. Everyone blames the indefinite; the future fades to never reappear. There it rains. A rain of pain! Serenity is lost. Purity is molested. And there they re-emerge again. The traitors of the dark………….
A panel of lies. Darkness pursed in between lips which never opened. Shrewd memories. The eye wind in what has been seen and what you could see. But only the eyes see. The heart does not. The clock winds to show only 12. Dreams of the foes. Marinated with thoughts asking for mercy. The soul lets go. A never-embraced thought of pouncing out as a wolf from within forgetting all humanly whims. Drilling nails into the pale shades of the treacherous reflection of the mind. The traitors of the dark. They walk into the kingdom of Neveearthland.! Never to be born. Never to stay. Glueing the live grains in societal braces, inside the mouth so foul. Forgetting the brain so wishing to light!!