ending is like a river flowing
in midst of chaos
of the surrounding,
it is a camouflage
for those who seek tranquility
from a bitter beginning,
it is a life
that has been cut off
from a rope
holding a human being,
it is a hope
to that bloodshot eyes
from the tears that
wont stop dripping,
it is a curse
for a weak heart
who do not intend
to stop believing,
it is the love
that everyone desire
but keeps on declining,
it is the society
filled with colorful
dolls and laughing agony,
it is you and me
on the corner of our street
looking at everything that
reflects nothing
waiting for something
waiting for something
our ending.

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