As the fading dusk sets in and sun moves down the horizon, I settle down with a pen in my hand and dark thoughts in my mind.



As the fading dusk sets in and sun moves down the horizon, I settle down with a pen in my hand and dark thoughts in my mind. Overwhelmed by the silence of black nights, the adoring beauty of the cresent moon and the chills rising slowly, I jot down the feel of being a destroyed person. Enjoying the soothing solitude, lamenting over how I let myself being robbed of emotions, gentleness, and warm stature, and became a cold hearted monster. 
The survival becomes more difficult when you face betrayal and cry over petty issues, getting your heart broken is even worse. But I've learnt in this long run that people will eventually leave, and loneliness is all you're finally left with. This is the time when you're embraced by the most loyal friend, darkness. I've let out my hand and this dark silence held on to it.
The desolate woods, the empty streets with hazy lights attracts me. My poetic mind wanders to numbness and shrills of necromancy, rather t
han creating imagary of warmth and contentment. 



I bleed on paper the devastating thoughts and wear a fake smile in front the world. I've to play my part on this stage of universe. Even though I'm a victim of my dark thoughts, I don't want my demons to scare others so I wear this smile. It may look beautiful but is hollow from inside.
This heart has been broken innumerable times but I've learnt to pick up the scattered pieces, for I'am yet to bear much more. Every night the gloom surrounds me and despair crawls upon my nerves. Every night I assure myself that I can go through everything as my pen jots down the lines of robert frost..
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep..!!!" 

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