it was after midnight,
where animals of life hum a song,
where the fogs are setting,
seems like a void into nowhere,
the world is; when night is controlling,
but she never sleeps.
she,
who was filled with vigour of love,
fantasies of forever,
was restless,
tired and tormented,
by the shadows of her past wounds,
relentlessly cutting,
ripping and tearing her apart.
he did everything he could,
but it was never enough,
to feed her demons,
no it was never going to be enough,
it takes everything out of him,
just to quench the thirst of satisfaction.
and so,
he walks away,
with a heavy heart,
bidding his lover a farewell,
she knew,
that it is inevitable,
their parting will be.
