These days,
You are filled with empty thoughts.
The butterflies in your stomach are decapitated.
The only sound you hear
Is the loud thump in your heart.
Blood gushing, fast and hard.
The only thing you see
Is solitude and breaking points.
Fire burning, only blue light.
These days,
You dream of those days.
The joyous moments that was in your life.
The only step you take
Is towards the bareness.
Water gushing, slow and steady.
The only sip you take
Is the tears that dried.
Sleepless nights, darkness awaits.
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