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I don't know what to do
With this stillness of night
But I do know
How is this going to end
I'm lying on my bed
Staring at the ceiling
My eyes are pouring out tears
I couldn't even lift my hands to wipe it out
I'm trying to remember
The poems and poetries I've written
I couldn't even remember a word
My memories are fading away
Now I'm thinking that
If I'll make it out to the sunshine
I will write a story, but I know
The story is going to end, even before it starts
The wind is blowing heavily outside my home
And my lamp is dancing as much as it can
I'm feeling the cold air running on my body
From head to toe
I turn my head towards the window
On the street lamp I see a raven
Which is sitting silently like the cold wind doesn't bothers it
I know he has arrived to fetch my soul
The heavy wind enters my room
The papers on my desk flutters and scatters all over my room
My pen stand falls down and
My pen rolls under my bed
Fear and darkness surrounds me
I know this is the time
I close my eyes and my last tears falls down
Not because I'm leaving
But because for my thoughts are going to be a cadaver
- Johny Charles
Just take moment to ask one question to yourself . "What are we running for?"
2365 Launches
Part of the Dear Diary collection
Updated on January 22, 2019
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