Siddhi Khandagale
Horror Tragedy
Error
Emptiness
Agony
Perhaps
Home
Them
The devil
Never enough
She danced
The King
She crouches down, close to the muted man. She crouches down, close to the muted man.
Words often cut deeper than knives... Words often cut deeper than knives...
I still am screaming here please save meee or become the twelfth indeed. I still am screaming here please save meee or become the twelfth indeed.
I'm tired, I no longer want to stay. I'm tired, I no longer want to stay.
Lulled by a lullaby of a soul dark and deep — I fell asleep. Lulled by a lullaby of a soul dark and deep — I fell asleep.
I don't know from where it came, but these things & the things which I saw in my dream looked exactl... I don't know from where it came, but these things & the things which I saw in my...
That day, I was constantly swaying amid good and bad spirits fighting for me in my presence. That day, I was constantly swaying amid good and bad spirits fighting for me in ...
The poem describes the night on the horror street. The poem describes the night on the horror street.
And the silken, woe, precarious susurration of each plum curtain Fascinated me—filled me with inc... And the silken, woe, precarious susurration of each plum curtain Fascinated m...
She was beautiful, the corset and gown bringing out her heavenly body shape She was beautiful, the corset and gown bringing out her heavenly body shape
'Tis me blood my dearly but, am I so peaceful right here my love! 'Tis me blood my dearly but, am I so peaceful right here my love!
When your sword meets with the sword. When your sword meets with the sword.
Then, I was left to be with myself again. Then, I was left to be with myself again.
I wasted my life I wasted my life
A dark figure at the hilltop.. A dark figure at the hilltop..
At last, the monster jolted to life At last, the monster jolted to life
Nice.. Nice..
Like a brave heart, play the role. Like a brave heart, play the role.
Rape is henious, gross and sinister. Are you a mute observer of the sin? Rape is henious, gross and sinister. Are you a mute observer of the sin?
The poem shows the dream in midnight. The poem shows the dream in midnight.
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