wish they couldn’t hear, what I never shaped into words
Am hybristophilic to the demons in the hearth
All these apprehensions are being censored
with every consternation, they are being lured.
asculating my silence, nevertheless.
Not a safe place, be it heavens or earth
I keep waiting for the fever to end
even since it’s vicious birth.
Have been waiting for the curtains to draw
to fall pray to the world of darks
with eyes fixeted to open doors, time
keep replaying in my head, distant hollow perks
Death’s a bed of roses, Living’s pretty hard.
Keep feeding my own malignant demons
till they tear me apart.
Extinguishing my flames,
till all that’s left are sparks.
There’s no scope of recovery
the heavy heart remarks.
Choking on fear of breathing
till suffering bids adieu
All I needed was simply
to leave behind a mark.