Thursday, May 10, 2007

The Bite Of Darkness


Lights are out,

The walls are closing in…

I doubt…

If I can survive the demons within


Things I did

Have all fallen apart…

Now all it needs

Is the surrender of my soul


My eyes they water…

Yet I cannot sleep

’Coz I feel the bite of darkness

’Coz I hear the sound of its teeth.


I thought I loved you

Yet I harmed you like no one did

I told you I would come when you need…

But I failed…darkness stopped me.


I am afraid of the dark

Will you hold me?

I know I missed the mark…

Can you live with the shame of loving a coward?


What am I…a wretched parasite…

My words…like flecks of dust

Will soon be blown away to oblivion

Then once again darkness will engulf me.


Tonight, I want to rise

I want to fight a desperate battle

I want to come to you…

Walking on the red carpet of my blood


Wait for me with open arms…

I may need rest

Wait to welcome me with open arms

I may need courage…


I am bleeding inside

The darkness bites me

I am unhappy inside…

You are facing the demons without me.



I don’t know what to do…

My eyes they pain…

I need your arms to sleep…

But darkness is drawing me into its arms…

Maybe…I will sleep…

3 comments:

Apeksha said...

dada...its lovely....but there's so much of pain...it actually hurts....never mind...keep writing beautifully

HONEYBEE said...

you are no parasite. a parasite only knows the art of taking. but perhaps you already know how much you have given in return. your pain hurts as does your poetry.

she has indeed discovered the poet in you, friend. is this not another way you have repayed her?

the transient twilight said...

I will not ask, for i do not like being asked. Very beautiful.but umm...your form..will better with time.

expressions are again very nicely and (possibly) aptly put-but perhaps it could have been arranged more..let's say, coherently? eventhough, i do beleive when u write poetry, thoughts do come into your head rather incohently..so the only logical arrangement is the incoherent one.of course here theres beauty in the incoherence as well.