Each pore of cut that was made,
with the blade digging deep.
Each crimson drop that fell.
Like the falling grains of time.
Watching the infinity in front of eyes,
it seem to be never ending.
But it had a point;
from where he may start a fresh.
Lonesome soul possessor,
body without a heart inside,
mind that was clogged and plagued.
Touch that was not able to reach any human.
Ghastly silence that got created,
everywhere it roamed in infinity.
The cold wind that were blowing through the hole.
Burning the desires high and ferocious.
Meanings of words lost in the air.
Feel vanished in an instant.
Deciphering the codes was impossible.
Eyes that were not shutting at all,
heavy and in need of something.
The poison that ran through the flesh,
bitten he was by insomnia.