There is something deep,
In my imagination projecting in my sleep.
Something hidden, something unsaid,
Something refusing to come out of my head.
I want to know the reason behind ,
The catastrophe of my mind,
Those caterwauls, that pain,
Those tears and fears which drive me insane.
My eyes have seen things which have haunt me even today,
Make me cold, but I still refuse to say,
Because those 3 am nights which I spend in fright,
Are alone, brutish and replete with plight.
I see my open wounds and my scars,
I am the night but without any stars.
~*~
{These nightmares are hell. But then, that's where sinners reside. }
26th of July, 2017
11:00pm