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As boredom infiltrates the room,

My mind begins to think of old,

The past that is pad-locked in my head,

Of a certain woman I used to know,

A little love I shared with her,

Years it has been since she was retrieved by the Angel of Light,

As Death watches over me, to commit no wrong,

I ponder of everything she meant to me,

My heart sours to be with her,



Sitting here, faint and weary,

I realize now that it wasn't meant to be,

My heart still aching for this release,

Chest burning with the flame of longing and lust,

This irritating sense of invisioning her face,

I decided to walk to the bridge of paths,

Leading to another road,

While the other one ends,

Climbing upon the ledge, I admire the vast blue,

This gentle beauty of nature's doing,

I sit and wait, contemplating my course of action,



This annoying pain that now infests my heart,

Becoming more irritating every second I wait,

Without look my fait unfolds, gliding to this majesty,

Of blue and calmness, the last things I ever see,

Trapped in a blacken void, to rot away until time is no more,

As I lay, muttering the insanity that is my world,

I come to grips that is my own hell,

Nothing but emptiness as far as the eye can see