Slumber eludes me
Repudiates me like a bored suitor
Long lost are effervescent days
And a friable heart.
Books, parchment, pen
And a boisterous conscience
Friendly voices turned condescending
Torture me to pen down my being.
I will not comply!
To petty, petty gossip
“Mirror mirror on the wall,
Do you see life in these eyes at all?”
Disapproval hung heavy in the air
A poor, poor masquerade.
A crumbling fool looks back at me
Begging for a drug that makes you dream
Skeptic yet adherant, there was
A momentary flicker of hope…
“Blow out the candle that still burns
Let the darkness devour your soul”
I will not comply
Yet the voices tempt me so!
An enormous desire to plunge in
Leave me mortified
As my gullible mind reaches for the ink
Casting a shadow on the parchment…
I submit, abused
A rogue they made of me
Prisoner of my own being, I
I draw the blood of my veins.