A shroud for the optimist

Put an end to life , when the soul turns mute in the silence of desolation.. This shroud I tear from the curtains that blind reality , filth my axe of arrogance for the burial of invalid optimism.. With every fading daylight the shadows of calamities reign as we sink to a new low of shame..

Blackened clouds of omens cover the skin of the naked sky dries itself by cataclysm`s shower..

Life is cheaper than death If the power of purchase lies in bounds you the commoner will be slaughtered like cattle..

You stand admiring the waves of deception that conceal the scars of the ugly truth like tides who hide the bed of the sea..

Bitter you fell the subtle truth , runs elusive for those sight nave thanking God for their deliberate deafness..

1 by Krishnendu Piplai |Distorted Malice