Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Tiring slumber

Serenity of the afterlife 
Filling the canvas of demise 
Lest the love survives 
Tells a fairytale of lies
Goodbye the times of joy
Never they came in my toil
Lusts surviving to exist 
Silence in the soul lipped 
A deep awakening in the sleep
Night the spoils of false spree 

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