The puzzle was left to be misplaced yet the desire is moulding the lost pieces My eyes are gazing the sky despite the time that’s needed to fix my broken wings The bag of hopes crumbled when the welkin crawls Let my soul sniff the woe until it turns into a revitalised meadow
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Nocturnal Peril
I crawl, I cry, I scream and I plead, The manic hunger usurped, corrodes my stomach and intestines as I slowly turn into a ravenous beast, The merciless game has started, There is no time to kneel and pray, My affable walls are turned into a torture chamber and the concealed danger is watching me…
Solitary Eventide
The lonely eventide’s zephyr sweeping away the misery The powerless jeopardy on a black horse is passing by The dilated pupils are dwindling when the full moon rises As the dew gleams like the diamonds the land appears in silvery blue while the owl serenading its tune
The Wraith
You’re the wraith who’s hidingbehind my curtained soulI can’t recover from your spell The possession is endlessYour calling is nippingthrough my chesthewing the pulsating rhythm of my heartNow the ferocious Chupacabras could sniff the rusty scent of my blood
Inner Demon
The ghosts parade on the landthat’s not hailed by the moonlightI’m lying on my bedFrigidness widens beneath my skinimpaling my bone My veins begin to constrictMy inner demon confides hideous deedswhile crawling out my bodyMy limbs are impotentThe panic nipped my heart.
Blizzard
It’s a frosty morning, The howling blizzard moving around chaotically, I’m stranded at my home, baffled, Gazing at the cinder that reminds me of the things I left halfway, As the fog steals the light from the Sun, The day looks like a greyscale photograph.
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