By Debashrita Dash
The night's quite chilling here,
Amidst darkness, light shines a mere flicker.
Silence around, so loud,
That breath sounds hound.
Bounded by all devilry,
Hoping for a slight slumber, I close my eyes,
To escape into an unknown paradise.
But no, these demons get stronger,
And voices get louder.
Praying hard to escape this mystery,
I somehow slip into this brutal conspiracy.
Inner demons I'm encircled by,
Whom I ignored, crafting false limelight.
Holding weapons of bruised scars,
To stab me fresh wounds.
I cry, I shout, I scream, I bawl,
Apprehending some miracle's footfall.
This horror, to vanish, I implore,
But oh my! I'm such a loner.
By such perception, I'm appalled,
No courage to muster, I'm troubled.
A well-conspired manoeuvred fiction,
To be orchestrated by demons of my own.
Scares of the past stabbed into deeper wounds,
Unknown cries of known voices are all that surround.
Bloodless murder manifests even more profound,
Sheets stained dark with tears, I cried down.
Lost violence pelted wounds around,
In synchronization, smooth and sound.
Fears I thought I had overcome,
Overshadow me once again.
These ghosts, I cannot escape,
As they live with me under my cape.
This midnight murder, gruesome and dark,
Drives me insane, dimming my spark.
No weapons, I find to fight,
Caught in the act, my mind's plight.
It's not a tale of a day or two,
But every night, when the clock's twelve too.
Caged demons come upon me,
In a mysterious and uncontrollable spree.