Cycle Poem by B3k Baylon
Cycle
it is just one of these days...
everything seem to slowly fade
the smile now gone from these lips
what was unknown buried really deep
spinning down an endless dark abyss
dreary...like waiting for a deadly kiss
from the very depth of a sad solitary soul,
a sigh is drawn colder than the north pole
half wishing for the darkness to embrace,
the lethargic charade, this unending phase
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