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Updated: Jul 11, 2025

By Krish Sharma

You..

The pensive you I was tangled to,

A rancorous journey you set me on.

With brakes that never worked,

Drove nightmares for eternal dawn.


You..

The murderous mistakes you made me repeat,

All for the end to end for nothing.

Arranged the broken glass that slit me,

For the glass to be blood back frothing.


You..

The monster that you made of me,

Turned deaf to voices that shouted love.

Tore apart a hand from every angel,

My undead heart, they were used to shove.


You..

Every game for me you’ve been playing,

A destroyer and a killer.

The end for you is almost here too,

For one day I’ll pull you out the mirror.

By Krish Sharma





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