Some words spill out, others force their way out of my chest with machetes in hands.. this is one of those.

I feel like an empty hall
In which you once whispered
Then hastily left
I kept captive each word you said
Stretching from wall to wall
Now the echo fading
Announcing.. The silence I dread

Like a well without water
Like a wave without shore
I witness death in million ways
of promises your eyes swore
I bear witness to the lonely nights
To the void, to the absence..
I bear witness to the enforcement
Of the life sentence I abhor,
To be without you in my sight
Oh dear executioner,
dare you tell me
what are my eyes for?

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