Category : Poems

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It is dark, rain pours down my window as I eat my delicious dinner with the old family radio turned on. Listening by my fireplace getting lost into the void crackling flames and symphonies, acknowledging my doubts and ambitions as they flutter further past my ability to reconcile. 
I felt all alone, and all that I had left was my thoughts. Nobody could come for me because I was already past the point of no return. 
And the burning of flesh did not help, my utopia was gone. 
Vanished like an Angel's kiss. And all that was left was the fear of nothingness.