Forced to have your bath in pure acid,
Drowned in it to the extend you breathe,
Persuaded that you swallow it against fathom,
And then you go through excruciating pain.
A pain that knows no soothing,
Torment that understands no consoling,
Wounds that heal with no medicines,
An affliction that gives no space to reason.
An infinite reasons to cut that thread,
The one holding you to this very hearth,
The end of this unbearable inhuman pain,
To end the burn and all the cold watches.
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Quote:
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."-William Blake.
Written in hope for a warm hug.
~Chaahat
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