Still awake,
Senseless, spiritless, motionless,
Feeling cold hours of the dark,
Though I could feel,the chilling winter breeze,
Creeping inside my room,
My body couldn't move then, but it only shook.
I Wished if only I could,
Rip out my heart,
And place it on a silver platter,
To feed all those human looking beasts,
Who have had already,
Ripp'd, peel'd and thrash'd it,
For their own cynical purposes.
Phantoms of inhumanity,
Hovered around me,
They sucked away my purity & innocence,
They stole my humanity away,
Bashed me, they thrashed me,
And left me all helpless.
They left me all helpless,
With no other choice left,
But to become one of them,
Yet another of their Kind,
And eventually I had to join,
Their brutal league of inhumanity,
That tortured purity and truth,
And challenged love, peace and sanity.
