Inside My Head


Breathing, inside this coffin they call the world. 

Cold shadows, houses on fire, what is this sacramental desire?

Design this crime fading from my sight, I will never see how I’ve killed myself. 

Decipher the meaning of what the gods have spoken, the torment awakens. 

I live, I wake, I breathe and then I sleep.

I am becoming what I’ll never be, I know that this will end in death.
 

© Aniket More

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