• rustiee 5w

    & now
    When the time is puncturing the love
    Along with all those pretty functionalities and all those curses
    Curses from the above
    & From the hell beneath !
    & Now
    When there is nothing much left to say
    Nothing much left to even speak of for the afterlives !
    I tumble along these abandoned streets of my heart
    Along with just these broken strings of mine
    And a puny little broken heart
    Shrinking day by day
    Getting smaller by every night
    In the search of satisfaction
    In the search of that another version of you
    In something else !