rapidly we do crumble like
chocolate biscuits,
the taste is so bitter that
we couldn't handle the torture no longer...
the nights come more melancholic,
the depression hits our heads so bad
yet, the blue rain has been dropping
like two pieces of bottles
taking their time to drift away
into the purple ocean...
no more pain,
the depressive feelings have ended,
the freedom and new adventures will lead us
towards the end of the dark tunnel...
will there be anyone else?
will there be only ghosts?
will there be only our own pain?
who cares?
we both do not care...
nobody cares...
she never cared...
he must have cared,
maybe melancholic girl wished that
she could find someone to cuddle,
instead she have reached at the suffering stage of
a leopard's crawling hands...
choatic nights are over,
rivers are filthy,
the days are darker,
the sweet moments are unrecognizable...
THE END!!!
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