There's a war raging in you, And here I am, making love to you While my skin is burning out with grenades. My lungs are full of lethal gases, Eyes are blood-red, And the heart could crawl out It's way at any moment. And, here I am, Besotted enough to cling on you at any cost.
That night, we were two completely naked souls. You were in bed, wrapped in a love-drenched slumber, and you were glowing, I swear. I want you, just as you right now. Soaked in passionate intimacy and submerged in my breasts.
I don't know the root of this weird sadness. This is bizarre, outré and, funny. Like an abyss trying to slurp my warmth and leaves me empty and smiles crookedly while doing it.
-I can't store you in some boxes and albums. I won't be able to see you’re fading. Why do you desperately want to be forgotten?
-That's the rule. Shortly, all the souvenirs you got, would start to fade away, and a time will come when you would replace me. And then slowly you would start to forget my absence.
Later that night, I was standing on my balcony watching multistoried buildings go submerged in the dark, roads go quiet in the whirls of greyish smoke and all feelings go numb leisurely.