devotedlyluckyarbiter

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

With my each step towards the end I think about a masterpiece which is ment to eaten up by the darkness of ink just after the last stroke of it's completion

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

Only suffering embraces my heart and creases my soul and leaves marks of it's affection in every second of my existence

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

Stillness of grief is more meaningful then the hustle of pleasure which is a form of absolute meaninglessness

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

The undeniable and inevitable truth of suffering, gives no choice of escape from it but either to live with constant misery of running from it or the pleasure of embracing it in it's purest form

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

This world and life, wrapped with illusions, never makes me wonder why tricksters and liers align with it so well

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

The individuality of our souls scream loudly but ironically is kept buried under this mortal mold and we're left explaining the uniqueness of our selves

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

We all possess a wild beast in us which only comes out when we're alone or with someone whose beast is as wild as ours

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

Only tormented souls can love unconditionally for knowing the depths and uniqueness of pain and suffering

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

They claimed to know me, just by understanding one of millions of shattered and scattered pieces of my heart

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

I stopped crying after realizing that my pain and suffering were just an amusement, I was miserable and they confused me as a jester

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

I've found comfort in melancholy for it embraces with arms of truth and loyalty and promises me to never leave my side

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

There's a beauty in grief, the beauty which can only be admired by the madness which writes infinite poetry of insanity

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

I've been engulfed by my own hollowness, I'm a walking and breathing corpse with no expression on outside and emotion on the inside

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

A writer is just a byproduct of a war between cruel life and a will to exist

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

For a rotten heart with worn out emotions to be understood by the blooming glories of a charming heart and soul is just a pathetic dream

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

In this madness, I'm just breathing underneath a dead soul without any logic or purpose

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

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