In the darkness of all nights,
When my soul silently crawls,
Pleading for mercy with cries,
Your beauty was a death in disguise.
My suffering, decorated with your laughter,
Every smile of yours, to my heart was a dagger.
Your silence, a language with no manners,
Destroyed with no mark of my existence.
With each touch, a wound deeper, unhealed,
My emotions, sacrificed but never sealed.
In this disaster, my soul was led of course,
As your love was poison in disguise.
Now I remain a wreckage of what was,
Haunted by memories, bound by love's loss.
Your absence, a void, where pain resides,
In bits of my broken heart, your love abides.
So here I stand, a broken man of time,
In the ruins of a love, once was extreme.
Your love, the vaccine that brought demise,
Leaving me to mourn, below sorrow's skies.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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