Dark ink

Lavender flowers compromise for a glass of champagne for a walk in glamour.

Blood translating to bank notes, expensive cars, properties

Then the loneliness of the bargain, so much grasping you need the other to make a deal.

There is no deal in letting you go in the darkness of the day on a bus ride to your hell, your home, your tv screen

and the screams and tears of a life without meaning of a life abusing your essence.

the moment of vulnerability of transcending the boundaries and excruciating pain of a final compromise…

there is nothing , it is dark, no right or wrong, poker game bluffing, the whole life a chain of desires around the throat

now what? What is the next breath? A parallel world  you had no idea could breathed into reality…

Farewell little whining creature of shadows


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