Gifted Death

Sometimes you want to shut the book and bring out the darkness from bleached words of a lonely march of the tree. How to think or not to think drinking the wine of pain ? Baby, do not go into the river. The alligators will celebrate your birthday by climbing on you for a purple bath. Today the sun will not rise from Styx. An anonymous author will steal a gun and make a hole in head. A black tulip in snow bleeds red for a fallen sky and dies to ask some uncomfortable questions. Satish Verma