When tears hold no good

Existence, an act of struggle, against will
A force, use the power of evil

Darkness, in the inner circle of the soul
As light pierces through my yearning eyes

Rebirth of a lost soul
Trying very hard, to stop strangers to tread on my self respect

Emphatic, smell of death
Disgusting flesh, of the undead

Inner screams,Useless tears,Shattered bones.
My prayer..."Oh Lord......Help me die."

Or give me the strength to resist
Against those who shatter my dignity

This inner gloom,and subterranean hell.
Makes me erode from within
Disbelieve reflected on capabilities
That is mastered for years

My mind is locked,
At chains of my thoughts.
I pray for death.
Euthanatize my soul.


Insult, to the very presence of mine
Being engraved, on my mind
Tattooed, on the flesh.
Dead images, of every sense of happiness.


....... Saptarshi