Dark is beautiful (Task-5)

Yes, 

you heard me right,

In the world of pink-tinted wannabes,

I wanna emerge as a black dusted poetry,

Lyrics of which they couldn't contemplate,

It's blank verses boggling their 

cryptic synopsis and the 

metaphors slashing 

their symphony.

In the world of fond for cotton candies, 

I wanna smell like roasted beans of coffee,

Which smells like heaven, 

Seizing the tongue of the by-passers, 

And their saliva drooling to swirl in,

But sadly they just can't 

afford it.

In the world of fairytale readers,

I wanna be the unread mysterious book 

on the shelves of the library,

Because the language is tough, 

And no lexicon elucidates the verses it adores,

Only the wise can vigor.

In the world of screen shows,

I wanna be the warm & dark secret place of those lost souls, 

Running out of love, with lonely hopes,  

Visions are engulfed of dark circles 

in a search of a comfy place.

Yes, I wanna be dark,

Because dark looks beautiful, dark taste beautiful 

and dark makes me feel beautiful.