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I know not how to ease this pain

Just trying to get to the next half step is bitter.

And rendering every breath... till the end? Impossible.

There was never the question of aesthetics. There is no art.

There is no way my song is seeing the start.

And there is absolutely no way it is continuing...

It is nothing but harmonized, detuned choking of hearts.

~K

Coming Home

Stay;
through the trails of blood and tears,
that I drew from his heart to mine;
on his jaded eyes;
on my shaking palms..stay.

Stay;
warped, beneath our uncertain stride;
together, with our flayed flesh and smeared blood.

Stay;
As my heart beats along with the notes of Malhar
waiting bone-dry for the downpour.

until the drizzle at least…
Innocence…stay.

~K