Pristine End
Pristine End
He drifted across the pristine surface,
Ignorant of all the things around him,
The moon hung in the backdrop of space,
He felt so serene, as if it's a dream,
But with only the sound of nature,
What was a whisper is now a shout,
He drifted across the soothing water,
As tears formed and his eyes began to cloud,
He curled himself up and tightened his body,
The silence was deafening, the view was breathtaking,
He clasped his ankles to the weight, feeling dizzy,
Letting go of all his lungs was suffocating,
As his body convulsed for the last time,
All he felt was unbearable relief,
After this he'll really be fine,
With this ending no more will she be missed.
stoned @ 4:59 AM
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Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
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Kai Teoh, Seasons of September