Turmoil of we blind,
can feel but cant see.
just memories remain,
when infinity concerns.
all voices resonate,
and say," I am Today."
all breaths seem to blink.
life goes evanescence,
leaving absolute Zero.
touch of his, alike air,
bodies are prosaic.
just a spark rejuvenates.
death might be the start,
like a broken nightmare.
love and hatred seems Vague,
as Nothingness prevails.
can feel but cant see.
just memories remain,
when infinity concerns.
all voices resonate,
and say," I am Today."
all breaths seem to blink.
life goes evanescence,
leaving absolute Zero.
touch of his, alike air,
bodies are prosaic.
just a spark rejuvenates.
death might be the start,
like a broken nightmare.
love and hatred seems Vague,
as Nothingness prevails.
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