A Dying Soul
I tell you, they’re melting
Back to us, Dear Listeners. It's a scarlet horizon
Sleeping with the night.
Choose one device to stick with it
Is another pain and this will be the last word for you
To night.
If you don’t like. Well, friend, to go to hell!
But believe me before you go
It’s not the blue feeling you try to comprehend
And what I have inside me with such enormous
Thing they called it L.O.V.E.
Leaving rock and sand behind.
This is the forbear, twisted
E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G from the depth
To the sea up.
My Dear Reader, I am dying. Your poetry
Or your writing will do any good to my illness.
Please, don’t cry. And go out of the light.
I stopped writing as I started watching
Everyone. Except you.
I don’t mind to die for you, My Dear One.
Just tell me if I have done it right.
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