End of Life
It wasn't a theory of words,
But an ocean of emotions,
The beauty of those was red.
When the knife in my hand,
Went through my nerve,
There flowed a stream of pain,
Where I drowned deep and deep.
Copyright © Manu Ranjini | Year Posted 2017
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