• Published : 09 Sep, 2015
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I am a curer,

Of life.

I cure people

Of contention and strife.

I lie in wait

For the symptoms to appear.

The depravity, the declivity

The apathy to all one held dear.

When the flames flicker

And the light dies

The darkness blackens

And I rise.

I take the sufferers

Into my arms,

Alleviate the pain

With my charms.

Obscured by light,

Blinded by brilliance,

Shrouded in shadow,

Watching through a black lens,

I am the panacea

The ultimate repose

I am the Black Angel

The decimator of all woes

I am Death

The curer of life.

 

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Aashisha Chakraborty

Member Since: 09 Feb, 2015

I'm a daydreamer, a gazer of space, and a believer of wonderlands and neverlands, still trying to figure out how to deal with life while the chatty chit inside me ensures I have a hard enough time what with listening to her and the voices outside...

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