Skeletal Soul.

Bitter cold winds, slap against the skin, raw and sharp, On footpaths I walk, with feet rendered numb, and thoughts brutally slaughtered. An aimless traveller, miserably lost, in this maze of fear, stringing through these slippery alleyways, a consequence of rain, a rain that carves, alligning the doubts, pitter pattering through the turmoil, cleansing the soul, …

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Dormant Dreams.

​With polished sticks  you strike, At these tarnished hands, These vulnerable souls. Holding the pen, Through these fingers, so rough, You scratch their fate, Extracting an impassioned illiteracy. With hungry eyes, You devour, A piece of them, A piece of me. Your powerful stance, Emphasizing the dark, Demolishing mountains Of an existent truth. No cloth …

Fading vision.

​Once the lights are out, And the doors are closed. Once the eyes are shut, And the silence prevails. Once the conscious mind  is put to sleep, And the demons flaunt their broken chains. That is when masks are ripped, And the enshrowded misery,  exposed. That is when the fire laments, And we watch it …