I.II When Dusk Falls

Here I am,

fazed by my surrounding.

Why does it seems that the tears are never-ending?

I thought I prayed for this emptiness to go away,

but like the black plague it does not budge, just grow stronger to my dismay.

Desperate for relieving, I drink my nights away,

drunk of fleeting passion.

So Faint

So Addictive

Drowning…

I did not know I was losing my soul

until the day I realized that I have a big gaping hole.

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