2:20 am

By Sneha D’cruz

I can’t rest

Ache spreads even more through my body as I feel my mind beginning to rot again,

My heart pleading and crying, that it is indeed bleeding dry again,

Voices disguised as maggots eating out on my consciousness;

I can’t seem to put a halt to it, 

Please do help me,

My beloved, listen to my cries,

See through my tears,

But if you fail to do so,

Do continue to choke me whilst I try to sound my voice against your hands; 

Those palms containing a whole lot of unbroken and broken pieces of promises,

I terribly wish that you would feel my cold bloody tears flow from my bleeding sight through

your hands;

Because my love, my love, you are the only one who would know the torment I suffer;

So do me one, keep this privilege with you as I recognise you as my soul.

By Sneha D’cruz