Panicking and sweating,
What a horrible sight to watch?
A lifeless body,
Lying on the floor
I ran and ran to feel the presence of my sweet home.
Running from the criminal?
Scared but no scream,
Locked my doors, hiding behind my bed.
Cops knocked open the door.
Finally felt relief.
Screamed for the help from the criminal.
Lights turned on just to reveal it's just me.
My hands on the air.
What a horrible sight to watch?
It was just me in my room.
Mirror showing the illustration of the criminal.
Covered with blood and sweat.
Noticed the same lifeless body on ground.
Was it me?
Did I kill myself?
When did I become stranger?
When did I become stranger to myself?
What a horrible sight to watch?
Did I turn stranger?
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Feel The Soul
RandomThis book is just a few collection of my feelings in the form of not so good poetry. This all are just my feelings so consider before commenting anything rude.
