The Hell in me
I write the poems on dark, chaos, fantasy and love. And the poem which I have written(the hell in me)has a loudest twist!
Lying like dead in the dark by lake
Eyes are closed but still awake
The dreams of hope keeps fighting till lame
The more and more the dreams came.
From the mirror of truth under lee
Her caustic eyes ghosting me;
Making screech of silence I could heed
Neither my soul may concede
Thy greed I feel, thy dolour and pain
Lo my pain in injured rain,
While the blood became blue as I wade I prayed but the God escaped!
Besides I plea not to die unwell
As yet I’d linger to hell.
Stalking my shadow along my spine
There’s no divine blood of mine!
Ergo sweat on my blood and bare bones
‘Cause she cries from all unknowns.
The unholy dreams I've dreamed and dwelled
To me those always repelled.
Ha, Torment of love; torture of ail
Not even saints could inhale.
There she’s laughing for regret and grief;
Echoes my restless relief
Ah, there she’s haunting my soul but why
Were Gods hiding o’er the sky?
I can see in me on the sick sea
Then the time poked me;