SANGUINE...

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Something is killing me, daily; 
they say overdose is disastrous.
I don't care,
neither the disaster taking shape within me.
More dead than alive!

Moving in hand with the night
to the place of dark;
clouds of fear see my eyes,
tears of pain.
Experiences are bitter, and so are the people!

The night is moving slowly.
Every second takes my breath
away.
Hollows in my head,
memories rotten;
decayed, damaged, torn apart.
The weight my Soul can't bear!

You lost your every ray,
you know it's a dead-end.
You try to get up,
pains you can't take;
cracking bones, muscles tearing apart.
You are an insomniac, awake to meet the Sun!

Once the Sun comes,
will wash the wounds away,
will heal the pain.
Hard time will be buried.
He will lift you, take you in arms as if
you are the only one he ever wanted
and he is the one you all waited for.
Till then are awake.. my eyes... SANGUINE!

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(Midnight, March 30, 2017)

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