• greypages_ 5w

    So there Silence hath its will to offer its words.

    @kairos_ @allbymyself @the_adultoscent

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    All was some mixed mass,
    All of them packed in my brain,
    And picking it once you noted it,
    That it was in some enigmatic state.

    With all its unrevealing choices,
    It ushers you to your window,
    On a dark dark night,
    To giggle with the stars and
    To fawn with the moon,
    Cause man isn't my cup to drink,
    And it accompanied you like grey roads do,
    Cause it isn't a book of stars that you would read it,
    It is just a baffling odour leaving us
    To feel its countless phases.

    And sometimes it pricks you,
    With pins and echoing voices,
    On a dark dark night,
    It would show you supernatural scenes,
    And ruin you to the depth of the roots,
    Cause you messed with those people,
    And drank the cup that brought you darkness,
    It would taste your blood like a morning coffee,
    And would fly your soul away to reach oblivion,
    Cause it is just a baffling odour leaving us
    To feel its countless phases.

    So there are those cups to drink,
    And it comes with a proposed step,
    To greet you with lilies or to sweep you with horns.


    -Janvi Manvar