Masoom_
New Member
Strange, how a space can feel like a kingdom without a crown,
where decisions fall like shadows — crooked, cold, and unquestioned.
Bias drips quietly through the cracks,
and rules bend like they were never meant to stand straight.
The air carries a hush of quiet dictatorship,
subtle yet heavy, like a curtain that never lifts.
And still we stay, watching the chaos move with rhythm,
a poem unfolding in the dark —
written by a system that forgot its own purpose.
where decisions fall like shadows — crooked, cold, and unquestioned.
Bias drips quietly through the cracks,
and rules bend like they were never meant to stand straight.
The air carries a hush of quiet dictatorship,
subtle yet heavy, like a curtain that never lifts.
And still we stay, watching the chaos move with rhythm,
a poem unfolding in the dark —
written by a system that forgot its own purpose.
