​In a deadened world we live, Dried leaves, dried lives. Like eternal winter, Modernity looms upon us Where are the natural laughs? The carefree smiles? In a decaying world we live Dying die, living don't care. Eyes are opened only when The dead is our own, our grief. Dead at 16, dead while breathing As if hades won over aphrodite. Shallow rattling breaths fill the lungs Dead and rotten, our skulls become Infected body, infected mind Behold the night of living dead, LIVE!

Published by Sohini Dutta