Death by Dawn

An alteration of sentiments
A hollow trunk rests ahead of me
Whence came, unknown, shines as if it speaks

Thick fog, giving a way to the rain
Circles around a transcendental singularity
Twenty five minute last heavy water drops,
had kept falling on my head

Death is here to stay
Wash away everything
Just a dull gaze to the horizon
A last puff from the cigarette
Wave your hand, attend to infinity

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