• priyadarshine_law 10w

    When the bright light fades,
    You'll see yourself again.
    I promise this time it would be different,
    Your bruises will be healed with the love and truce.
    You'll recieve appreciation and will no longer hold grudges,
    Life will be sorted with peace and hughes.
    But oh, Did I mention you weren't breathing?
    The oxygen and the descration was too clostophobic for your verve,
    Your screams weren't unanswered,
    But your prayers are there to serve!
    You'll recide in Utopia, far from this Hades,
    Love will solemnize your life, not fate.