Love Crashing in the sea of joy , She finds herself drowning. Is it the weight of her passion? Or is this the price of oblivion? In the beautiful moment, All her #life comes to a standstill. Is it the force of that emotion? Or just a bout of another numb potion? With her calming smile, She relives all the memories. Is she headed towards self realization? Or was it a #life worth perdition? A chosen path, It was love that brought the end. Was love her fair tradition? Or was tragedy love's another expedition? Waves of cold water, Ebb away the secrets of her time.

Alien Twisted ears on a body stout, "Why are you here?" I asked with doubt, "A #life of sin and a term of hell, Thrown from my land, here I fell. By any chance are you Hell's tout?" ##limerickery

Paint Me Paint me with the color of your faith, With it the hymns of our destinies be sung, Together we will burn all the hate. Only then the great Gods shall descend To show us of a world we have always known. In a brittle lamp , all the deeds be mirrored, Reflect upon : It wont be tricked Lend an ear ,O oblivious man Lest the fierce flame engulf the spirit. Why dont you walk again to that path forked, There will be lights in all of dim. Stretch yourself - its a worthy pain; Miles of penance - It shall relieve you of all disdain. Paint me with the colour of your faith , In it lies a greener place; That gravitates a mercurial pull Holding all the strength and wise, A part of which you and I are not unknown.

The Wonderland I dreamt there was a secret door, To take me off this evil core. The key was never fit for me Or maybe that was just my destiny. Out came the word before I knew, Amongst the sheep was the wolf who? Serve in silence, they may have heard. If you don't have wings , you won't be a bird. Grind some stones,and join the bandwagon; Dont lose the smile, lest they point the gun. Trouble you will summon with that head insane Follow us or gamble the chain. Rusty days in all of the year, Bodies swept of bloody smear. Turn the clock, the time shall pass All in all , its nothing but a worldly farce. Closure served in a bottle of glass, I wondered if they showed the path. A spoonful enough to enter the surreal If only I knew , it was a psychotic cereal. Alter the size and blur the mind, We have here our demise signed. I hear their voices calling me out, Down there its a spiral drought. T'was the last piece of the empty puzzle Complete the merry picture,it may be around. Look closer and there you will find, Scattered over the blocks of that mind. #Alice

Uttering those last words , I watched the horror unfold; All my #life , my lips never felt so cold. #twolinestory