Tears of Poison

Black of Pendulum tearing my shades,

Likely the heaven heads.

Drops of Optical Redo Redo’s,

A gruff makes her eardrum Detach.

I Shell, I never lie,

Passer of Air,

Poison layer of Shade,

That’s of the Essence care.

Love of a Red Metallabic Batch

That she never fetch.

– HRIDIK KAPINJAL