The sense of gloom shadows the little window of hope in me. This eerie silence making it certain towards a path of doom. Mercy, is not something I can afford to ask. While holding onto thin strands of hope, I am faced with the thought of phasing out this presence, as everyone I know have got nothing at all to keep me in the present. They who have uttered, have many a times stuttered. Oh, English Rose! Are you ready to witness my end as my fate comes close?
This cycle of falling to motivating to rising up to again falling, is seemingly so tiring. Oh, time and again have I risen with some hope. But, a Life cannot go on with just this cycle. For, all those who wish me a Good Life should know that it is to happen only if you are by my side. In being denied of your presence, comes this sickness of hating the present.
Now, I do not dream and neither do I desire. Isn't it a sweet revenge for you to kill my visuals? My lungs cannot hold anymore air as it is clogged with fluids. My eyes are slowly drifting away towards a long slumber, into the days and nights to come. This time I do not wish to wake up or rise up. For, to face this cycle again with all this silence will only make me yearn to sleep permanently.
If you wish to see me breathe, send me something other than silence at the earliest. Else, in one flashing moment I shall be gone anytime from now, into a realm of no return. If that is what you are expecting out of me, why should I hold on to hope and delay your awaited moment? -rPhoenix
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