• mainakbasak 9w


    Just another Monday morning,

    Chasing the evening,

    Turning on its head;

    A swirling black mist

    Spreading through the skies,

    Rampant, and intemperate.

    The birds mourn its passing,

    But fall silent after a while

    I turn the glass upside down

    And answer all the pressing questions

    The night brings to my doorstep.