Drag

GoalieMoinin

There comes a time, 

when they put you in a coma, 

when it's 30 days of night ,

Horror lingers in toxic air of the forgotten city, 

Where LEFT is just another Right , 

And brotherhood means Associated Assassins Union, 

And In the absolute abscene of light, 

you stay still, 

Perhaps want to go to supermarket, To buy A few Candle sticks , Mints, and some Basil, 

In the cold darkness of such a thought, 

You remain still....

What a drag it is, 

Dreadful even, 

Don't you think?

By GolnarMoienynamin

  • Author: GoalieMoinin (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2025 04:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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