The strong smell of its absence is killing me.
Or is it still around?
Seems like it was just yesterday,
that I had put an end to the beginning.
Though the hateful love has slowly begun to stop growing,
a light heaviness is sinisterly creeping.
When my palm craves for the gleaming ray,
My eyes are shut in dismay.
I am losing my breath...
waiting for it to dawn on me.
Come, hold me, blind me...