Blessed were the times
the beam of sunlight
was swallowed by the dark night..
My heart utters
the mutual language with the air
...EMPTINESS...
Quite certain
this flight of life i've taken
will sink in the sands
of unknown souls.
The black tides of gloom
carried my thoughts to a place
where the moon was still as dry as a dust.
Those times were the times
i'm free from fancied smiles
free from award-winning scenes of fake people
Times i've peeled the mask
that hides the holes of my soul
Times that mixed and stirred
the rust and dust of my being
that nobody cares to accept but...
me and...
and...
the hot liquid flows
like a spring from my eyes.
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