He exited with a chest
Full of words buried deep
Within his chest
Having tried his best
For his deepest thoughts
To be exhumed
In the end was inhumed
With a heart so reddy
Stained by rotted hope
Truth is he'd assumed
They'd have compassion
And rent his soul harmony
After all they had known
He was a mind unmined
That he could hardly cope
And the cores of his heart
Were bound to collapse
Burying him underneath
The debris of his countless questions
Time elapsed
And he expired
They'd said they'll tell
When he was ready
Words they failed to keep
Truth never transpired
Questions were abandoned
Dangling around
Answers disclosed
The word goodnight was foreign
Her tongue knew not its significance
For night only brought monsters
She yearned not for it to approach
Because rain came by night
Left her body drenched in pain
And her emotions drowning in sorrow
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