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The lights out coming

Struck upon the cemetery

The bleeds of leaves screamed

At this complete moron phase

Me, whatsoever wanting more

Yet my traits stay as it is, or is it?

Dissuading, rigidly, saying

Do not cross the line

"Why would you say anything to me?"

"How come? You had never been there..."

I being stabbed, being skinned, being tortured

So, It's always been on me

This day passes

Tomorrow will be passed

Being mentally tortured

Or physically destroyed

Mortal, clueless in depressed

What on earth going on inside

     "Perlahan menghilang perlahan sirna..." a song by Ardhito was playing in the background while I was writing this poem. It adds a sense of blue in this mood.

Sincerely

MELLYNA DINIAR