• sandra_11_baiju 10w

    When the numbness descends,
    senses decayed, spirit withered
    existence fleeting like moonlight,
    flickering with shadows allied,
    life flees to the darkness of death
    a reminder of it's presumed existence
    bittersweet and torment yielding
    ephemeral, hence magnifying the yearning
    to live again, and die
    in the stillness of time.
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