I’m a breathing corpse
buried
under
a smoldering pyre
of dreams.
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I’m a breathing corpse
buried
under
a smoldering pyre
of dreams.
Lovely!! Are these the dreams of corpse?
they were the dreams of an erstwhile animate who was dealt with a deadly blow by the very dreams he kept dear.
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I don’t dream, I don’t hope. Rather I endeavor breathing in real-time, where I can amend my wrong decisions without any prominent delay; Where I don’t ‘hope’ but calculate future.
Hope and dreams are dangerous; they destroy. I don’t dream, don’t cultivate hope and expectations. Eventually, I don’t have anything to lose.
A rational approach you have; good for you
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Lovely and intense! You’ve written this in my kind of style!
The theme looks great too! 🙂
Thanks 🙂 Yea, the thought passed by my mind as well, that its ayeshesque in style 😀
true showing the depth which is also drenched by the vampire of mares….
I’m too thick to reply to your philosophical comment 😛
Loved it!
Dreams don’t die.. but sure kills! 😀
Yes they do and do it the most agonizing way!
Beautiful lines!
Thanks 🙂