I have written my heart out with full of
The demons in my mind refused to
relent ,and screaming for reprieve ,they
gnawing me alive shred by shred .
How could I conquer my demons when
She was reviving them frequently.
They made me a night
wanderer that led me to tread down
through the darkest moments. They
concealed the whole darkness of the
universe and trying to engulf my soul
There are days where my soul feels
better in intoxication ,there are days
where my existence seems
arduous ,there are days where I want to
howl for hours.
Now I lost the serenity of the sea,
tolerance of the ground , strength of the
mountains ,solace of the rain ,I became a
slave to my demons. I know I will end up
with a great full remorse .
She painted the
sorrows to my every phrase and
splashed my barren words with her Cupid
She was a torn page in my book with full
of demons and my heart was a
feather pen with full of traumatic
memories. Let me scribble them one by
Let me get rid off this torment tonight ,let
me scrawl a new phrase by bidding an
adieu to this world .
@ Naveen kancharla , 2018
( Forgive me for grammatical errors )