The Protagonist & The Anti-Hero.

Blinding flashing lights, Every touch, every sound, Broken lines of addiction As the bass thrummed through the nerves, The insolent protagonist, Hunting for revenge, The genteel anti-hero, Mirthful in her quest, Punches, Kicks Crushed bones, Stabbed torsos, And damaged egos. A bandaged apology, And an archaic story. A soft mutter that makes her blood boil,Continue reading “The Protagonist & The Anti-Hero.”

A Chapter.

An eerie silence, No creaking of doors, Or the smell of rotting wood, Just a sinister stillness. An aura of something dark, The hanged frame who told us million stories, The portrait of a spectral, menacing face, With a puffed chest and darkened irises, Wouldn’t be the expectant, Of a saving grace. The gentle wife,Continue reading “A Chapter.”

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