Shall I lend you some lines? In homage to your arcane being, ripped wings still attached to the bruised spine, and yet you smile, quite the sincerity you feign. Could you sugarcoat this reality enough, regardless of its pain? Or shall I honour your heart? The very monarch reigning over your intents, and praise its dominance over the council of your sanity, reaping only bitterness to repent, yet ratifying your poisoned vanity. But how do I overlook that skin of yours? Its thickness hard enough to subdue that thrusting heart in you, wielding devout radiance layering your dire remorse, while stealing patches of souls you lie to, and sew the gashes you yourself opened by force. ©पूर्वार्थ #toxic #facades