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Metamorphosis

 In those rough passionate hours as Diónysos and Nýx entwine

Two hollow wishful eyes leer at the unhinged star stained sky

Shambling soul, stagnant reflections, disillusioned perceptions

An eternal pandemonium, boulevard of nirvana or beguiling hallucinations ?



The theatre is a graveyard, buried with afflictions, nurtured by faith

Actors were dead, deceivers are born, amongst them believers stood torn,

Beliefs succumb to reality, questions divorce answers, lies choke desires

Broken, etched with scars, the heart walked away.. walked alone.. walked too far...
Written by Aakanksha
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