Overflowing

Like a vessel ever brimming full

Spilling a few drops now and then

Such passionate pull

Tears escaping eyes to pen

Thy melancholic tone with gloom so dull

None of efforts could gladden

A tormented heart to sweet dreams lull

Dreading something horrible to happen

Demons within shattering skull

Till my spirits are completely broken

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