Time Warp

And there I stood alone limply

while each ticking of the clock

gnaws the very last sense

of me.

The cold and damp air that touches

the supple skin and inside.

A vivid past glides transversely in

each corner, every inch

An embellished bond That once occupied

this,

Slips away as I gingerly grasp

to come to pass and inside.

A sad story.

Of pain.of Deceit.

Hope is fleeting like love

As I opened my eyes.

I am alone in a world

where I left it was.

The once me awaiting,

encompassing the upheaveals.

As I thrive, amidst the darkness

the torch slowly died.

turning into embers and ashes.

The story just ended.

The journey had stopped.

In the nothingness of me,

I am departed.

From a distance, you watch in contentment

While I weep.

Behind the bush I sat

and hear the whispers of the knight.

The song had vanished

This room is left without

but the nothingness of me

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