Concealed every tear I ever shed.
The only effort ever made to express,
To show what was entombed in my soul with the rotten pieces of my bones,
Was only when this blood blended with the ink.
And tears, with the paper.
Insanity consoles me.
Fantasies help me
Escape this pathetic reality;
Help me deny the existence
Of The shadows hovering above me.
Don’t steal my most puissant camouflage,
For this Insanity keeps me alive.
Don’t unleash the Thunder
Of the voices I suppressed for so long;
Lest they’ll beg me for sleep;
To set them free
From dragging their feet;
To let them adore and feel
Underworld’s rejuvenating heat;
To let them flee
From this Hell of Hades;
To let them look
At all that this body refrains them from seeing.
Apparently, this world
Had ceased to mourn
The demise of tired souls;
Hence, Those souls took a shelter
In the cold arms
Of the ghostly masks
Handed by Darkness itself;
For, Darkness knows
How it felt to be helpless….
For, it could never befriend the light.
– JAISMINE K.