A bodiless dream,
a blur mirage,
Fading into the night’s dark,
deep sighs of fume
Drifted into the darkest deep of night, wondering-
When angel of death commanded to annihilation,
We pull the trigger of our own self-destruction.
A disaster we call so sweetly ourselves,
A call so silent and slow, an urge so strong.
I chose to call life
onto the death’s ruthless womb- come back.
Come back to this rotten dream,
come back to me for one more time.
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