Listen,hear the whistle of time split the morning peace.
Your silence,taps my heart causing a fault line.
I move away,to reduce the effect but its pointless.
Here,escapism somehow
boomerangs to trapism.
Your tears of dispair flood my clayed soul.
I feel breezes of your hidden emotions caress my mind.
Our relationship is like mire nowadays.
The little suns around,seek to distort my shape of bond with you.
Their rays of rumors,drain your little left affection.
A breaking-comet,strikes us both...a dent of love forms...
We crack with rage and an eerie sacrificial philanthropy of letting go takes over.
Walk away...
You walk away...
Go separate ways.
The crater fills with sorrow.
Weeds of immorality emerge.
Tears of joy crack those of pain.
More confusion than illusion.
The picture is as real as it looks.
M.O.O aka carswell the shrivelled body.
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