ET TU, BRUTE? You locked my soul in your cardiac chambers It ripens gradually to juvenile bereavement The carcasses of your sophisticated revenge Linger for legendary reunion of lethal spirits Poignant desolation of your famished fable Explores the evasive verdict of emotions All the doors locked, you bestowed me the asylum But the key of smile befalls stiletto of my life! 11.016844 76.955832 Rate this:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like Loading...