A Split Second

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“I’m here and I shall always be”
uttered the dusky figure
But, one shall always be kind
What is this rush, if not so divine?
These nerves stay unperturbed
As I waver into a holocaust
Ohh thy sick deluded mind
Delivers the wicked blow
A heap of thoughts turned wreckage
The red fluid gushes through
Those darling umpteen pores
The sinister has just struck
What becomes of the smirky look
Onto new Capades, perhaps.

-Shubham Vaishnav