The rise

Sick of being trapped
been enough in bondage
curbed from self-expression
strangled in this body

my sombre heart, my dark mind
make it fade everyday
been tortured since ages
wishing to fly away

as it gets too much to take
suffered in silence for long
to get rid of being smothered
and hanging amidst living and dead

in search of its existence
hoping to tread a path of light
aspiring for a new dimension
to expand its horizons

breaking the chains that hold
soaring high, above all
experiencing a divine level
to the zenith rises my soul...

Breaking free

in the sea of darkness

my tortured, demented soul

haunts the deafening silence

as the devil takes its toll

gored by life, my heart bleeds

the rivers of pain flow through me

to the angel of death they lead

as my body tires of bearing agony

my mind falling into a trance

summoned by demons in dreams

sets out to face life's final stance

as i give out a final muted scream

with nothing more left to lose

my soul departs, i breathe my last

my body hangs from the noose

and i become a matter of past...