Left Unsaid And Whispers

//killing me softly.

//.

i walk towards my room,
for as it's coming, the doom.

ignoring their roaring noice.
greeting the peaceful world.

do i have enough time,
reminiscing my life?

would it be enough for me,
to heal myself by a song?

and as i lie down in a soft cotton,
slowly, music starts killing me—
softly.

killing me softly.
10/28/20
†hermosa