I have started hearing voices,
Some unknown barbaric smiles
Mock me in mysterious ways.
‘Out! Out! Spare me!’ I cried,
And yet,
Sometimes I succumb to intolerable silence.
‘Oh! Horror! Horror!’
I can sense a cobweb of the shadows
Looms large behind me,
Some strangeness is poisoning my sanity,
And haunts me in my deep dream,
Where the coils of smoke
That entangle the air like ever-expanding weed,
Transparently hide a malefic grin.
The faith that is falling like an old house,
Belief like the thorny shrubs that bleed the mind,
Rewind the gust of rain that I once restrained.
Amidst the wintry fog I see
The bewitching eyes that ensnared Macbeth.
I go deep into the mist grabbling,
Trampling on the dew drops in fallen leaves.
So, I lay dying hoping for the darkness to pervade my eyes,
Seeing the surreal images appearing and melting into nothing,
Succumbing into something deep,
Losing my self
Into deep…deep oblivion.