In the quiet rooms of my heart
There is often screaming echoes
Of the voices of pain and suffering
That is outright unendurable
The sleeping rusts
Given by you,dear love
Remain unheard to the surrounding
I am the solitary listener
My heart,dear love,is pumping
Grief nowadays
Instead of blood
And every nerve is
shrinking gradually
I wish you to indwell
Within me,listen to the screaming
Loud voices
And watch me die every second..
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