Look at me, come here
Take my hand, wipe my tears.
Lead me out of here.
There is Fear, everywhere.
Tears continue to pour, eyes gone sour,
I start to fade away, hurt right into the core.
What was once Bright, quickly turns Black.
My heart? Broken.
My eye? Red with tears.
My wrist? What wrist?
My Nerves? What Nerves?
My hope is gone, earlier had some.
It left when you did not come.
Now I'm waiting.
Waiting on something, feeling low,
and someone who will never show.
Slowly dying. Slowly fading.
White goes to dark red.
Bright to black.
Alive to dead.
Me to nothing.
You to....The one that killed me.
- Nachiket Tayshete
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