Chorous & the lead'

‘One more chance, of being the night
The glass shoes & the dance are all mine’
Go, leave the world fazed,
Hanging from a thread many a breaths,
Hair pressed against the face,
Morning rain-rainbow o colored bright’

‘Foot taps..contours of a smile,
Swarms of reach..the singe of grasps aren’t my’
Sunday voice..Gyrate of dew,
Tell me of the road that leads to you,
Outlines of imprints, Savannah of dreams..
Thou the reason why nihilism's on rise!

‘Shaken by overflowing glows,
Curse seems the jaded at time’s’
Oh’ Tyrant, at mercy are lives,
If the desire feels at gloom,
The hell’s robbed of divine..!