Phlegming Blaze

We are the droplets of unvoiced matters, forming a puddle full of mud of our thoughts - forced out or poured down, it doesn't matter.

Sunday, 21 July 2019

Black

As I descend deep into this perspective,
I've become more vulnerable than ever.
Nothing to pull me back up,
And so I've become adapted.
Accepting the fact,
That there is no more light,
To shone upon my eyes.

I can no longer feel,
I can no longer sense,
What had been inside of me,
And only coldness wrap around the soulless body.
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