Fake songs and life
I drift in ionic sub matter, into an abyss of darkness and enduring mist. I fall through viscous maladies, which through its multitudes of derisions have created lacerations on my soul, bleeding profusely till the cesspools around me turned to resin. I dry up inside. Obdurate as I am, I have run helter-skelter since the time immemorial, calloused fingers tell enough of what I have been through my entire life. Ameliorated? No I have never been a belligerent to what I had been given, just kept floating upon the brim like the remnants of the ashen world all around my constructed realities. And like my pomegranate spacemen, I disintegrated with a poof. Like a wisp of smoke, I was gone. People grabbed thin air, only to catch a shadow of my old and ornery self. And what did you do? You were there in the mob, fastidious and full of cowardice. When my soul blasted into smithereens, you ducked away into shadows, fearing the blood thirsty crowds, looking to keep all the ambrosia for yo...