Thursday, 30 November 2023

downhill

Deeper runs the night, 
Deeper goes the knife, 
Its all serene,
Monochrome screen, 
Nothing blinds me, 
But I can't see the stairs of hope, 
I rummage for feeling, 
But its a slippery downhill slope. 

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