Melancholic morrow's no less than thrust of
oblivion, after the tolling hungry beast
thrive for the ultimate bliss! He reconciled with the dove.
Shadow remarks, she hitched with pain—
Lord, what can be a mere puppet show?
if I couldn't find the passionate love for myself!
"If that's what you want," a kiss on the painful glares—
rage, rage! Violently shaking the glassful blare!
Dare a tear could escape from the raw flesh!
"But— I only seek to be with you!" She removes the last pins
to narrow down their painful departure!
He shakes his head, "love doesn't mean to last forever!"
If love was the hearth of soothing bliss, you forget —
"Honey, it meant to be a thorn too; to pierce your heart very badly!"
He cajoled her to sleep, if she only knew how bad
he was for her! He was neither an angel or devil,
but surely a beast who breaks and breaks
until there's nothing left.
As for the gleeful night fell in a deep slumber,
The ravishing stars shone bright to white under the peculiar teaser.
A painful death without remedy.
— 13/03/2023
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