C*******l
发帖数: 1198 | 1 Going Nowhere
Indeed the passion is gone
Grief mutes into a hushed tone
Flowers fall into lesser fruits
Battles bulge into more burials
This singular second of serenity
Of nothingness, of heat, of rot, of joys, of lies,
Of anything I long for and detest,
Melts down into an empty concept of both past and future,
Taking away any possibility of a lucid vision of present.
Suddenly I become the enemy of myself
Before memories fades
Before Tears evaporate into salts
Before Emotions petrifies into sile |
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