The night of 8th june
The night was a tunnel
With no view of light
The night when I and him
Got separated after a fight
It was no unusual night but the night of 8th June
Spent staring at the window, the beauty of the moon
Restless as I was and terribly insane
Suffering from the piercing and excruciating pain
With open eyes I was dreaming
With close eyes, screaming
The dark silent room made me hear voices
Haunting me, were my actions and my choices
It was no usual night but the night of 8th June
The darkest of all I would realize soon
Deafening were the voices, and the clock tick sound
Lost where my senses, nowhere to be found
Ice cream didn't help nor did Pepsi
The pain choked my throat, how brutally it kills!
The pillow was wet by big drops of tears
Scaring me, was the future and my own tears
I will stop now telling you about the night of 8th June
Tired are my senses and helplessly strewn.
Ice Queen ❄
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