Author: Ram Charan Reddy

In the dead of night,
With the icy wind blowing in
To the depths of hollow within,
Carrying with it the chirps of silence.
It is then you let your feelings drift,
You let out the rivers,
Rivers of pain and dread,
That have been hiding behind that beautiful smile.
It is then you feel your demons,
Eating away at the remnants of your shattered soul.
You remind the pieces left of you
That you do not belong,
Not in life nor in death,
That You are a glitch that needs to disappear
And wishing upon a falling star,
That you do indeed breathe your last.
You lay there in the stillness,
Letting your own thoughts kill you,
Covering your mouth with your hand to
Hide your agonising pain,
And stifle your shrieks of carnage,
To ensure the tranquility of
The deafening cold night wind.

Deep inside I quell a storm
That rages at the gates,
A thundering cry to be set free
Rides on the howling wind.

Dive into the misery of unknown
To witness the truth of myself,
I wished to disappear.

The high tides of emotions
Leave me waddling
In the cold depths of anarchy.

In the shipwreck of humanity,
There is a desire
To let the Hell hidden loose.

I feel the slow current
Turn into an electrifying tempest.
A twinkle of hope
Screaming across the blue for survival.

The cynical part begs me to do the same,
But I slowly let myself drown.
Immersing the last few thoughts
In the shivering cries and chaos.

The gentle fury of the sea
Envelope me in it’s storming flames
That burn away my existence into oblivion.