The sculpt of her image
is fixated in his vision,
badgering him with questions
he has long resigned from.

And his thoughts leading him
to an unavoidable cataclysm,
but his bellicose grit
fighting hard to make his visage shine.

He abstains from wearing
that pugnacious demeanor,
but the pandemonium breached
his assumed disguised calm.

Such was the apocalypse
caused by woebegone heart,
delirious desires
comes close then peevishly depart.

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