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He sat there

in the corner of a deserted chamber

with cobwebs, and ants crawling somewhere

with distress, and words he could barely hear

He was gloomy

in the corner of a deserted chamber

with a pang of guilt, and an inscrutable straight face

with misery, and with a reminiscence of the tragedy

He was betrayed

in the corner of a deserted chamber

with silhouettes, of love and acts of copulation

with her, whom he adores and loves and glorifies

He took away her life

in the corner of a deserted chamber

with a blunt knife, corroded and rustic

with her blood, and gore of acrid smell

He lost her

in the corner of a deserted chamber

with tears, flooded from his heart as blood

with grief, and outpouring remorse

He wanted her back

in the corner of a deserted chamber

with high regards, of loving her once more

with deep love, no man can fathom

Now, he’s alone

in the corner of a deserted chamber

with walls, of bricks and planks of wood

with cloistered way of life & of death.