Inside The Cynic.

Your eyes are now adjusted to the sight of an illuminated poet. Watch him bleed reels as he fades into thrills. I share my stigmata of relenting pain. I believe that love lies bleeding on a beautiful garden, locked with a forbidden entrance. I believe romance hasn't been branded with extinction. Human hearts are dormant. We're all meant to break, but with time, we will surely mend. I take people back to the conception of emotions; When Adam's lips birthed Eve's pure heart. When fragrance from roses were the scent we longed for instead of tainted skin and cigarette sins. When the genesis finished it's extended run, we surrendered innocence for fun, now we're stranded in a pseudo-paradise, waiting for sunrise to revive our poisoned eyes; For we are nothing more than alter-egos of our past selves but we will never again see the true light of day. Still, there's nothing wrong in seeking it. I am, Faiz Larocca.

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