• mahadev22 48w

    I stand on the window bay,
    Gazing at the stars above,
    Wrapped like a necklace,
    Around the Moon.

    Thoughts wander as usual,
    Across things,
    Across the acts of people,
    Who were once, my crew.
    People, though beautiful outward,
    Still ugly on the inside.
    Everything converges into...
    What one has to do, to get their jobs done
    What one has to suffer, Mentally,
    When they have been played.

    Taking in, all the pain and anger,
    Though consumed by the leeches around,
    One's mind metamorphoses,
    Into something,
    More Elegant and Beautiful.