Waling along these empty streets
I go wherever my feet carry me
There's no familiar street signs
This is not somewhere I had in mind.
I look around me, nothing's in sight
No sign of life nor death through the dim lights
I hear faint voices calling my name
Slowly fading, slowly going away.
Anxiety's crawling up my skin
Depression is starting creep in
If no one saves this damsel in distress
Should I put my own soul to rest.
Days have passed before I have enough
The beating is too brutal, too rough
Even the air starts to suffocate me
Even the pavement is overheating.
Then I drop down to my knees
Lying there, I feel at ease
The demon comes, lips curling up
He said "Isn't it much easier to just give up?"
-Nik.
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Forbidden Thoughts
PuisiWriting is my escape. But as much as it helps me to run from my problems, it also helps me to confess them. Though, no one is a saint, including me. There are words I shouldn't say, feelings I shouldn't feel, and poetries I shouldn't write. So here...
