It's In The Mind, Not In The Eyes...

In the bleak, cold and somber dimension, he is surrounded by the darkness.
The feeling is so intense in the gloomy atmosphere,
where he can only see hopelessness and the bleak future.

Every single mea culpa is filling up the dimension.
It's suffocating him, makes him struggling to breath.
The weep of mournful dusk is so ear-piercing;
The tear of grudged soul is flooding the place.
His world is spinning in his eyes;
His mind is totally coloured by confusion and guiltiness.

His time is so close to an end.
The sense of guilt and disastrous mental abuse are finally overpowering him.
Everything is slowing down in his eyes,
and it is so quiet and motionless around him.
He knows, soon, he will be no longer around.
He just hopes the cessation of his life could end his misery...
once and forever.....



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