He had as vermillion tears as possible,
A palace of demons might reside inside his cage.
A gap which was filled by terror rather than blood.
He used to be be ready with the utmost alacrity..
Who has now tentative believes.
All appears black which is worse than having eyes...
As every act of him got transmitted into clandestine.
His eyes were covered with droplets...
Which were hidden by the laughter of sky.
His mechanism was shredding deep inside...
Where no saviour could ever reach.
He was moulded rather than carved...
And no wonder that the sun set never shone in his inner empire..
As even god couldn't trust him in the dark.
This is the story of him...
The story of his inner inhibitions