Abyss
Heed this word,

“For every end of the month, the abyss would arrive and devour the thoughts of men, for as it beyond repair nor could rebound as a whole”.

As he lit the fire,

only bars of deceptive ease would calm him,

he wishes not for this nor the abyss would do so.

For the abyss does not care who he devours,

for it matters only those who were fragile in thoughts.

The ashes he breathes in would depart to calm him,

the cinders ran out, so does the fog remains as the memories he hoped would not coming back.

He went nowhere, shamed in thoughts that his stand was not the prime he cherishes, so much that it snapped in pieces.

Knowing that the promised ladies are now laughing to their knees, beaten and broken he has become, in scatters.

Had he not partook the handshakes of the bastards,

would he not fell into this.

Mad bastards all around as they are inevitable, for these are their stead.

The fear that he was foretold has now engulfed him,

only the memoirs would remains,

to become one of them, he wishes not.

-Wira’s — January of 2020
['Wira Pratama']
['Inner Demons', 'Nightmare', 'Regret', 'Thoughts', 'Smoking']