Faceless Silhouette1 min 191 1 min 191
Gloomy the sky by the clouds overrun,
As an outline rises from dawning amber to dusked ash,
Standing out only in borrowed light
A silhouette of wuthering possibilities, but a face of unmatched expectations.
A silhouette sketched in phantasmal imagination,
To appease the crevice of a rueful past,
A desperation to consummate fulfillment,
As a culminating nail in the coffin of utmost aghast.
Molding a soul of illusional perfection in delusional reality,
Glinting a hint of incompleteness in the very core.
As man and perfection is an endless chase,
A man's silhouette of impeccability remains without a face.