I was tied up to my bed.
I stood over deep abysm.
There was a morn,
Full of fructuous hope.
You brought me to life.
You showed my this world,
it came out to be heartless.
My hands were freed,
Freed but cold, dead, limp.
Death breathed few words.
Its echo murders me.
Untill last sunray is seen.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
I was tied up to my bed.
I stood over deep abysm.
There was a morn,
Full of fructuous hope.
You brought me to life.
You showed my this world,
it came out to be heartless.
My hands were freed,
Freed but cold, dead, limp.
Death breathed few words.
Its echo murders me.
Untill last sunray is seen.
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