I felt like it was doomsday,
And I knew it was bound to come;
Still I sneaked deeper into the pitfall,
And there was no getting out.

With every passing day
The sun seemed to slip further,
How faster I moved.
And its rays got dimmer
Day after day,
When I needed the most.

I waited for every new dawn
With the hope to see a new blaze;
I asked for nothing more.
But like every passing day,
It was all the same—
The sun would not show.

I knew not what I was doing
Running after an illusion,
But it was hard to control.
I was lost and shattered,
And I needed you so much,
But I couldn’t see even my shadow.

Wish you were like before…

~KMnO4

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