What could have been more precious than loving someone for soo many days?
You find the colors more deeper and thicker than they were before,
The yellow and peach of my room seems intermingled,
The orange of that night lamp urging out of the dark,
The night more darker than ever,
And my blood like a semi liquid flowing in my veins, causing me pain with no appropriate gain.
It's been 605days from that evening when she decided standing on the crossroad to walk opposite of me, not an occasion for sure but what could possibly make my essence understand this?
With the upscaling smoke advancing it's way to the ceiling, the tear drops were rolling down to cease the burning heart, and yet again i was sinking down towards the highway to hell.
The clock struck 3 but the insomniac couldn't find a glimpse of sleep in his eyes, the demons were floating all over my place with their wings outrageously respiring flames of eternal pyre, "Why couldn't i stop crying?" I asked to those flying monsters,
When one of them whispered, "Way down we go".
We go we go and we goo.