The Broken dreams of illusion

I enter my empty room, 
the air infecting my lungs with thrusting void, 
Silence consuming thoughts and mind, 
Darkness before, and darkness shall reside, 

The absolute nothingness haunts my memories, 
With the whiplash of broken dreams, 
Here I am, in my self made doom, 
Where silence and solitude breed 

The will to leave thwarted by an obstinate destiny, 
Forced to survive in the grave of my undying misery, 
I look around my room, and the loneliness echoes my name.. 
Resonating thoughts of pure insanity, running over and over again 

And there I am, with me, 
And the hollowness of my presence screams silently upon me, 
And there I lay on my bed, suffering this life, every single day, 
Awaiting the unexpected twist of fate to protude, 
that beholds within itself


Daya Nair💓♥️

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