"Don't... ! Don't wake up!"
Whispered a voice I couldn't recognize.
I shrugged it off & suddenly felt
A cold sensation in my chest
It emerged from a deep chasm
That seemed to pull
me into its bottomless pit from within.
Some demonic voices continued to
whisper atrocities in my head
I shut my ears trying to keep those voices at bay.
I screamed..being dejected of this sciamachy.
The demon had taken control over me.
I went to wash my face and
Peeping into a mirror
I was revolted by
The horrid face of a demon
smiling back at me.
At that point like an epiphany
It dawned on me that
the voice was no one's but solely mine.
I was in a strife with my own mind.
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Silent Girl's Poetry
PoetryI am never serious. I am always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold-hearted. I am like a collection of paradoxes.
