30: Black Out

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Black Out

Oh, there it is to shake,
Oceanic eyes in front of me.
Getting through my skin,
I felt my blood run dry.

I glanced at my trembling hands,
Before the unmoving speaker.
Eyes then directed at the abyss.
My knees wobbled, uninformed.

A river flowed into my eyes-
Why did they come out?!
The moment is not a tradegy,
This is a disaster to me!

Silence flew inside the dark place,
The triggering sound escapes.
I covered my lips with trembling hands.
No, no, no - this is not happening!

I heard gasped and whines from corners,
I rose my head for them.
Theirs seems to be stabbing me now.
I am numbed by the intent gaze.

Like my knees disjointed from standing,
My eyes blurred from waters,
And brought from the darkness.
I fell on the dreadful attack.

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