Immortal

Beware Diana!Those pieces are really precarious, Freshly spilt blood still solemnly presiding over. Her fist is imbrued with potion of freedom. Hey moron tiles! Better hymn your business. Hanged clock contradicts humming silence, World feasting within system's blanket. Constellation constituted her faithless fate, As Tubes brusted into saucy procastination. While I kneel down beside the honyed mass, He was awaiting to jot down dumb pieces. A dead owner , a new fable Tears luckily torn apart Hours , thy vandals ...Silence in our honour please... Once ,Beating alive Oh ! So sorry about myself. Bamboozling events prolonged senses. The moons know me as her dried tears Gardener of that slashed mass , shame! Breathing our last moments of survival Mortal pains piled up in inked pages Only some aloof stars staring by Their beds are unaware of us A pool of whimsical thoughts News headlines befriended Huh, anchors anchoring job. ....Volatile vagabonds.... The Death was mine, An Aphrodite born out of Tulips That once bore thorns as Roses. Sliced off vagaries stiched those pixies With threads of ecstacy kissing lullabies. Hark! Thy skin was baptized by Apollo Bringing Spring to life with grovy strokes. Time drips on the alter of memories, While I pray for the Song of Hell. Those roadside Cupids gropped my sanity That roadside Cupid stripped off our reality. Your stubborn obscene exasperation Gifted me back a grieving infatuation.. The memories metaphored ragged riches Stoking up puled up raging Dido down there. The glittering sunshine eeks the despairs. The dazzling darkness cossetted thy Cherubins. The days and nights mimiced treacherous Janus As I sank into strangling ocean of solitude. She stares back at the cushion of unbrindled agony, Wonders wandering along the dwindling silence Call me Hades, shattered in the isle of desolation Those left-over chats reignited fallen leaves of fall. The season gardened ivies of whims and fancies, Tepid leaves of sanity adourning barren tree of hopes. She will confront Icarus, afloat on rippled reality, While I will retaliate from the burning bonafide The farrago of feelings will keep on reeling like nymphs, As Dionysus ruled out absence twice with presence. It will be me ruling all over as a spitted mess of Rumours.