paint me red. consume me like red wine.
every master is a guardian of death.
all liars believe in the divine.
yes, i am a liar too, though.
when i say i can take the pain away.
but i can take you higher.
higher than any drug ever will.
make you the smoke in the fire.
rising, dying and trying.
the revolution is in the air
you can smell it along with the ammunition and the flesh.
i am the keeper of time and the conqueror of death.
reborn using the enemy’s blood and the servant’s bones.
i do not have a home.
i cannot be saved. do not try now. i do not even remember me.
my mother or her mudblood family.
i am cold stone, and stone cold.
the devil with the snake.
the preacher of hate.
the black and the green.
the dark lord. the sinister minister.
i have no one to call my own.
i do not listen to songs.
i fly and go on.
so, so long.
i am beyond saving.
but i will make sure you are not saved too.
quote the raven,”nevermore.”
quote lord voldemort:
“avada kedavara.”
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 