The night of my doom
One out of many,
To remember there is but nothing.
The silence of the birds
The silence of the sea
Will mark the death of me.
Soulless,
For I have lived
Way too long now.
If heaven is what I search,
If hell is not what I think
Where is this midway that I need.
Between desires and disgust,
I choose disgust.
Desires no longer come to me.
I think, in one night
I have lived enough to be sad
That I shall now meet my purpose.
Of being dead.
Of being lifeless by the sea.
Of the waves carrying me to a faraway land.
Where the only sound I'll hear
Is of me taking my last breath.
Suicide of my thoughts.
Majestic, Magnificent, Monumental.
- Neha Bharali 🌻
(Remember me as a daisy)
(Note : I attach my own pictures against my writeups because no ther picture can do more justice to it.)