May you burn slow in
cinders of self loath,
Longingness your
sole companion
And loneliness be
your only abode...
You poked me
Choked me
Forfeiting promises of love,
While i was slumbering
In my solitude
There you pricked me
On my weakest nerve...
You provoked desire to be
in love forever
Leaving me in lurch soon
thereafter,
Now walls of my ruins
hauntingly burst often
into insane laughter...
Sleathly morphed from
peaceful dreamer
to a grieving mourner,
My scathed heart
bestow you these words
As curse of a loner...
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