A burial vault without any delf
A little prick wakes up that oppressive pain
Buried deep in past with lots of strain
Ugly regrets which weren't ones fault
Nothingness exaggerated, life craving a halt
The feeling of lone & lost thing
One trusted most, damage the life string
Taking relations sensitivity, always for granted
Something and some words, just couldn't be supplanted
Left behind is the mirror with a crack
Which magnifies self, one less shiny… other very black.
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