Nexeperumbra

Nexeperumbra

The beauty of imagination is
When you find blood in books
Discover flesh in trees
Metamorphose into a symphony
Bathe in gothic sunrise

The beauty of imagination is
Staring at a cadaver through the eyes of a vampire
Finding a thousand eyes in your coffee cup
Or, dusts of drama in your hearthrug

This imagination, has absorbed my soul into a piece of cloth
Thrown into the monsoon
This imagination has led me into my own painful demise
I tasted death in December