through feathered pens inked with blood and a scarred soul of overflowing abysmal ideologies; there sits an obscured entity, scribbling metaphors and ironies in a crumpled paper of her chaos, seeking for something out of all nothings.
and here she u...
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clad yourself with a victorian white dress that incongruously contrasts the obscurity of your monochrome soul as the clock strikes at a ninety degree angle—a small hand on three, a long one on twelve. pour the red wine that resembled your sanguineous blood into a goblet of where aristocrats of the eighteenth century used to drink.
was it thirty minutes past three? oh, a stygian morning has inaugurated of with which uninvited guests knocked on your door three times of insanity. the lime yellow light of chandelier whirled down into its dimness as the raven smoke from dystopia barged into your little castle.
you opened the door as you welcomed these entities.
hello there, a long line of frightening nightmares!
shake hands with your inner demons, hug your anxiety, do high-fives with depression, do fist bumps with pressure, wave your hand at failure—and its wife, disappointment. oh, and never forget the endless line of responsibilities of which adolescence has brought.
welcome to the party.
youʼre naked now, little soul—denuded in their apertures, lost in the center of the ballroom of somber melancholia.
they surrounded you for your little attempt of escape can never befall as incoherent warbled chants whispered inside your head, resonating like a haphazard abstract painting of plain black—like a venom slowly poisoning the chambers of your haywire mind.
awful cries of endless chants have reverberated into every corners of the room . . . and it morphed into something—a deafening beeping sound like that of a cardiac monitor after the doctor failed to resuscitate a life.
it was like that.
and it was earsplitting—soul-splitting, in fact. the sound that would make you want to grab a thick string and a monobloc and delude that you can finally fly and escape through tightening the little string on the part of your body between your head and your shoulders.
