The smell of your perfume..
Lingers around me..
The smell of chlorine..
Engulf the sweet smell of yours..
Why? Why do you have to do it..?
Here you are, looking like an angel..
With a little statuesque..
Lying serenely, lifeless..
Your tale is a cautionary one..
Fable of deviating from life..
Although it may seem like black and white..
But the decision is never within us..
I looked into your greyed eyes
A window of deceased soul..
I see hopes and dreams..
That burned to ashes..
A battle that once win..
Is lost by a sweet surrender..
At thy own will..
Signifying weakness..
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