Lost Shadows to the bitter truth

Wandering to home in dismay

Utter blackness display

Moments of past have a jolly play

Only option left is to pray

It's like one day this nightmare

 will come crashing in a hay

That's what his loved one say

Who could have thought of something like this 

That the word Mickey would become obsolete 

And everytime we look at the corner

We would see an empty seat and heat

The heat of anger,the heat of regret,the heat of aggression

All adding up to compensate

The vanishing of a big part of heart into thin air 

With all our sleep, peace and happiness

Left with shattering hopes of celebrating together

Buried under the sand that was unplanned

Soon he would have been one

nevermind I guess that's how death comes

full of darkness and unanticipated.

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