Turmoil!

Turmoil!

Shadows upon eyes

Eyes upon dead

Dead walks alive

Carrying slain head

For, to witness own shadow

In backdrop of darkness

Having eyes bright and teeth sharp

Shining, As if a wolf

Standing in front

Drenched in sweat and blood

Blood thick and red

Red, as if fire

Fire that burns

In this tranquil hour

Of turmoil instead

Turmoil within mind

What lies ahead

Ahead being a pit

Pit that could hide,

When becomes grave

Grave, for where else

Could rest a slave

Slave, one who dreams to strangle

Self, beneath hoard of skin and flesh

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 17/10/2014