I could see it — the fall.
It was a crack in the script.
It was a crack between them,
They've harshly slipped
And fell into the dark hem.
It's...
No.
Something... Something is gone.
I can't see it anymore.
I only witness the fall,
Broken from afar.
It's dissolved in the hem,
Lost its warmth in the cold.
The darkness continues to stem,
The love flow from her is no longer so bold.
A distant voice calls out,
But someone—... I recognise it.
He doesn't react to the shout.
Too much was said. Too much was felt.
The guilt, the shame.
Now,
it
is
meaningless.
The noise —
It doesn't stop.
The noise —
It doesn't stop.
The noise —
it
doesn't
stop.
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Bereikšmiški žodžiai(mano emo era.)
RandomJust a compilation of poems or short stories I've written in my free time or they didn't make the cut for a fanfic - mostly in Lithuanian. Slow updates. Not explaining any of this lolsz.
