It envelopes me.
It is ugly.
But I do not close my eyes.
It screams ,
The deranged screams of a maniac,
But I listen.
Its stench is revolting,
But I smell
And keep smelling .
Transfixed I stand ,
Like a zombie I follow ,
As it drags me towards eternal damnation.
11 comments:
I actually shuddered after reading "it"...
Melancholy..
Riv-"it"-ing..
"Transfixed I stand
Like a zombie I folow"
Disagree with the reaper though..not melancholia but sloth. And yeah for a teeny-tiny fraction of a second thought of Cousin It from Adams' Family. :)
@Deeps --> In crazy mode now ..
@Reaper --> Melancholy ? That involves more feeling . Its helplessness that I wanted to show .
@Hedonia --> Thanks . I dont remember Cousin It .. was not a big fan of the Adams' Family anyway ...
Ok,then I am wrong,sorry..
@reaper --> Are you .. by any chance , in the same state as I am .. unmotivated and bored ?
Just curious ..
nope.. not unmotivated and the last of all bored... larger than life right now.. but happiness knows no words to express itself unlike melancholy..
@reaper --> Nice to know that :)
love???
u fixed me there!!!
@Sophie --> Hello! Definitely NOT love .. [:)] My lethargy , essentially, inspired me to write this one . Nice that you liked it :)
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