Crimson blood spilts out 

as the sharp glinting edge

beneath the sleek skin

leaves the tattered layer


Immense pain strikes the mind

with the feeling of dizziness

Hazy imprints of memories

lurks the body as they start to fade


Fleeting moments of realisation

No more turmoil masks

Life will no more mock or

create any other obstacles to pass


Torrent of sufferings is over

as the trapped soul leaves

Wilt framework collapses, the

curtain falls and vicious circle stops.


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