A red disc in the sky,
going down somewhere far on the horizon,
casting a veil of black,
gripping me with a harsh reality,
that another day has passed,
when I haven't been touched by your smile,
nor heard your voice to soothe my soul,
Am I dead? I ask myself?
No but I feel like I'am ,
like I dwell in the tower of silence.
Every second is vulturine,
eating into my soul,
decaying my mind,
I shiver,
each moment your thoughts run,
burning my veins,
my blood now turning cold,
awaiting my fate,
to breathe my last soon,
being killed by an inch,
every split second,
In your absence.
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