Pranav Gothic - I sit...I write

Down to hell
My fate spells
How will it end?
Mt mind tries
To defend
Too may things
Such old feelings
As I sit
A slit every minute
Till hopefully my life will finish
Hopefully someone listen
To a sad story
One with no glory
Past memories
Summaries
Lend me a hand
Please don't go
Summer turns to snow
Flowers die
Sky turn to night
Everything gone from sight
So with little light
I sit...
I write.

Pranav Gothic

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