Going down with the fall,
with every tick of time,
Ready to be held and slayed,
in return of a
crime,
Ruthless days, just crawl till the dark
Darkness too, throws no
mercy on this losing stark,
Shielding the gone, eluding a collapse,
He stares into an empty faith,
Blinding the mind, resurrecting the time,
He runs against and alone, to distil self fate,
For he knows what lay behind is ahead again,
If death you have achieved of no worth is pain,
He stares on the other side, yet not blind to the other,
Losing it all in this lost world,
he now breeds no bother,


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