elancharan gunasekaran

it rains eternal in paradise flooding the senses leaving bodies in limbo cold winds wail without rest and the word of divinity has no value where only chaos reigns

the truth was simple: i had always belonged to the dark

the body knows it remembers the untapped and warped warmth within with each shiver fire innate tremors under the skin and rises to the surface you feel it you love it you need it and it flows

i kneeled and the darkness corrected my name gently

the sound of reality collapsing under infinite forms

the nightmare was not the mad God’s presence but the narrow world above waves a paradise where mistakes are not tolerated and resistance spells death

vagrants in paradise feeling with hands crawling through the dark on bruised knees following the warmth from cradle to light until our world ignites

another round of tea the morning rain feeds into the temptation