ABYSS
The night continued its song of silence
I see, a silhouette, bending over
An outlet of mischief, forever closed
Burdened up with the earthly sorrow
That I see a smoke of love melting away
Illuminated by the fire of passion
There's a pyre, fighting cold
Something mundane,
Seems so old
Droplets wetting all over
Seeping deep into my skin,
is it a drizzle?Or my eyes?
Bleeding love, unfathomable
An Endless desire for an existence
Signalling into an abyss
Seems to engulf into its Arms
Open-hearted, finally in peace
Of a war fought with all the might
Just a little more to make it right.
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