Everybody in th…

Everybody in the world is drunk. Some on money, some on power and the rest on alcohol!

A Dying hope

Black Birds dot the skies

which just got painted orange

The sun,once in its prime

now seems to be vanishing

the last few breaths he took

turns the world crimson red

clouds dance along to his tunes

He is not trying to hold on

For, he knows its a loosing struggle

Darkness conquering,slowly engulfing

He promises to be back

and lets go

succumbing to the eventuality