My Apocalypse

Oh the sailor of night,
Are you ready for one more fight?

I’m on my way
Through a mislaid boulevard, 
Esoteric shadows surround me;
Destiny, out of my sight,
A cryptic reverie is crawling 
Inside my aching head,
Could I not get some peace?

My futile search for serenity,
For love and security,
Seems so vulnerable tonight.

This time the victim is me,
These wounds are too hard to heal…
Could neither be hidden, nor be forgotten!

The untouched lips
Shiver in the cold breeze, 
Watching the silent breakdown…
Invisible fears embrace the frozen heart,
The lightning let me see the truth
Engraved immortally on life,
A spell chases to smack my existence to death!

Is it still painless to love
The damned being, the cursed soul
Lying semi-dead in a grave?

I know, its not…
So I’m keeping my memoirs 
In a wet piece of cloud…

You will reach them never,
Forgetting my existence forever…

No, I won’t be back again.

Oh, the sailor of night,
Are you ready for one more fight?

The End

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