Feigned love, failed love, the masked appearances, behind the scenes a scripted chronological deception
An exhilarating addiction and euphoria, the quiet hysteria of dark force
Orchestrated lust, the trampled trust, like a warfare of counterfeit love; losing a portion of the soul with each crescendo of unhinged emotions
All naked, bare emotions, stripped innocence, but a dramatized passion of a struggling soul, the rise of an energy vampire
Darkness is not enough, it’s an undraped display of triumphing over the dark energies, propitiating the hellish world
-Amitav Chowdhury