Betrayal in the Universe
The fertility of my thoughts are held in distrust with the blade of the knife twinkling my name.
Blood by signature written in violence bleeding the pages to live a less painful life away.
The fear of poverty strikes me in the pit of vipers with the bite in closing the eyes for a fatal
And the filter initiated by the structure of creative safety when tides do turn are vague
recollections in the rages of claws which pierced none the wiser.
I was pulled down to drown by the string of watery graves which savors wetness in leaving
behind poisonous waters.
An inspiration to believe a suppressed inept erosion in glimpses of silent nuptial that is published
by the universe.
While my life canvas was titled, “Distorted privileges,” and was painted by a brush of fury.
Fear only touches once before disrobing itself and I was spared in a moment of tranquility.
A tragic death, a lone reflection began its journey in the grammar of overcoming powerless
tradition during the seasons of chaos.
And an exceptional screen displays itself in my mind which forges ahead with a detailed
imagination that is indisputable and evaporated by the change of night to day confessing in the
playground of afterlife which brings a pulsating desire to return back to the shackles of the
Unfurled delusions swirls in traditional spiritual avenues of esoteric bound by features piercing
While wise men with their feathered possessions express themselves to frigid anomalies tasted
with decadence in opportunistic trials and tribulations.
Silvery nights burning with required unimaginable desire propels me to transform into the
beast of burden being of a dark drama.
A delicious challenge interacts with a droplet then a deluge plagues my sorrowful
graciousness with divided rule ten times fold.
The bell has rung.
Please hang up and try your call again.
And this is when we feel a betrayal in the universe.