Tenebrous Ogre.

The phantom resides in the shadowed passage.

Pessimism impregnates it,

Cynicism makes it whole.

Sparkle is an abomination

Gaiety, abhorred.

Gloominess embraced, in this humongous hole.

Barbed lasso captures the cerebrum whole,

Relishes the cardinal beat, slowly bit a slow.

Lurks and sneaks everytime she’s alone.

I’ll survive.

The white walls, cold marble floors

Sharp arrows piercing the hole,

The cold bed shivering my soul,

The monster in shadows, gulping me whole.

I’ll survive it.

Survive it all,

for no one will come to my rescue,

Except me, Alone.

Savoured.

Luscious red meat, enamoured in

Burning noodle slurped within

Spongy marrow delicately bit, until the buttery white is red

Juicy bosom, easy to grip, tenderly made

Honey glazed are those ribs, soft and nectary in taste.

buttoned mushroom complete the meal.

Saccharine and velvety is that dessert, euphoric music ends the deal.

Silence before the storm.

Acidic eyes burn and sting.

Flamed discharge travels through the hole.

Hissing it’s way throughout and whole.

Quivering lips fail to speak

Parched throat sings a moan.

Rattling breath unable to live,

Fossilized lungs aim to sleep.

Pale skin naked and cold.

The feet is starting to blue

hands joining the same hue.

Pounding heart is starting to slow,

The ringing of it not heard anymore.

So there’s silence all around.

But it’s the silence before the storm.

What she feels like.

Sitting down that creaky wood,

Full of tacks and cracks.

The hand bleeds, the feet are cold.

Looking for some aid, those both.

That illuminating light, yellow and bright.

darkness is in that corner though.

Slowly growing and powering itself,

Waiting to spread it’s murk.

The bed’s cold, the wind is blowing down.

The blood has dried, moisture absent,

The bones wobble, anorexia is in the view.

This hut’s dim, day and night

The light is slowly dying out.

The murk is silently waiting,

Waiting to be completely whole.

Murky me.

No one’s perfect,

Or could ever be.

But for that one special person,

You’re his perfect being.

You’re his life,

His eternity.

Why is that,

Everyone’s in love,

Infront of me?

Is there something,

Wrong with me?

For I don’t have anyone

To care for me?

To make me smile?

To say forever,

Is what he aims to be.

And eternal,

Is what our love will be.

I’m told,

I would never find

Someone who’ll love me.

For I’m the darkness,

Of the night.

That’ll bring nightmares,

And he’ll be fright.

But,

Everyone likes that bright moon

Shining at night.

But without the darkness,

Would it shine?

Results.

Trembling hands,

Heart beats on rise,

I feel uneasy,

I don’t know why.

Will I pass?

What I don’t?

What if I fail?

I truly don’t know.

What if I get,

Marks very low?

What if it’s a D

And not an O?

But,

I worked very hard

And studied to grow.

To master my subject

And become a pro.

But,

what the future holds,

No one knows.

Oh the results are in!!

But where’s mine?

I am searching for it,

To and fro.

Oh that’s mine!

What’s the score?

It’s just an A!

But I wanted more.

Let’s me ask,

my mates.

What’s their score!

Oh! Some have got B

And one has O.

But we all passed,

This dark burrow.

All together,

In a row.