there was a face in my dream
a face i was well aware of
it looked dreadful
blood stained
as if its the most cruel face on earth
it was ugly and painful
and it had a glimpse of the entire burnt history
the remains of those burns were still on the face
melting down slowly
there were two silent eyes soulless and numb
they had no complains, and no expectations
just balls of stone
gazing without a blink
hiding inside a guilt feeling
a treacherous murderous character
God of emotional slaughters
theres no way that I can now prove my truth and purity
I wish I had not seen my real self so consciously

she was here again
this time disguised in white
as if i dont know her
as if she could hide herself
from my sight
even if she doesnt let me know
it shows from the warm drops
around the eyes
every time she comes
it makes me realize
however she may try to hide
her darkness peeps from inside
and encapsulates me
in the deapth of
her silent and serene night
when we walk over the thorns of emotions
bleeding in pain
sinking in,to become a parasite
but then she just leaves
leaving me and my burns behind
it grows each moment
making numb with every stride
in the end just a few stained marks remain
in the emptiness where i reside