(Setting things right)

Often I came across,
you in the corner.
Artificial night with eerie,

walking with it's hundred feet,
engulfing the room,
once full of sweet memories of us.

I never understand
that black eyes
that sunken cheek
that skeleton body
that fake smile.
...................................................
Sword clashing,
corpse,everywhere.
In full speed,
the Machinery diligently produce
all those micro-size leucocytes armies.
The Centre had lost control over Machinery.
Civil war ignited.
Erythrocytes were losing,
with or without artificial armies
or allies from the other world.
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Before your flight.
Before you sleep.
I need to tell you.

Words aren't everything.
Raised as a fighter,
I was never good with affection.
Nor showing emotion.
....
To fast it moves,
I cant catch the train.
So,instead,
I give you this.
A kiss.
To cover up all the words unsaid.

To wash away the agony.