The voice that cries the godless lies,

The face with smile of sinister ties.

I see them in the wake of sleepless nights,

Of wanton whispers and harrowing frights.

These tales that I witness are true I fear;

The night feels darker as the shadow draws near.

I feel the banging, the scratches, the screams,

A malcontent mind being torn at seams.

Unravelled is my being as I see this mirage,

This desolate vision of an ill-formed visage.

I cry mercy, reprieve from this cruelty.

Will you grant me this death, if I vow you my fealty?

Submitted by Utkarsh , Goa Institute Of Management


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