That space beyond the shadows,
that pause between sentences,
that gasp of hastened breath,
that electric silence...
leading to that point beyond the horizon,
to that minute that screams passion,
to that gentle caress of breeze,
to that musical warmth...
inching inevitably towards a point of no return.
We struggle hard against this vortex,
yet the more we pull out, the more we are sucked in-
and we only hope we will return unscathed.
But deep inside, indeed we know-
tomorrow shall dawn, and the world will laugh at our carcasses-
we who thought we could defy the point of no return,
and had to watch as it slowly consumed us.
that pause between sentences,
that gasp of hastened breath,
that electric silence...
leading to that point beyond the horizon,
to that minute that screams passion,
to that gentle caress of breeze,
to that musical warmth...
inching inevitably towards a point of no return.
We struggle hard against this vortex,
yet the more we pull out, the more we are sucked in-
and we only hope we will return unscathed.
But deep inside, indeed we know-
tomorrow shall dawn, and the world will laugh at our carcasses-
we who thought we could defy the point of no return,
and had to watch as it slowly consumed us.
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