The world as we know it is dying;
just like my soul.
These two things are already too far gone
to be saved.
My one a.m. thoughts are darker
than the shadows cast
by a solar eclipse
My dear,
you do not know that the only thing
that's keeping me alive
is the fear
I have
for death.
― S.M.
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Acedia
Şiir[ A c e d i a : ennui ; state of torpor or listlessness ; spiritual apathy ] Poetry attempts / Random thoughts / Musings (P.S. I'm not very good at this, don't expect too much. Thanks)
