As the creatures of the
night come out she stares with glazed eyes.
Ants, lizards, bats and such.
Crawling. Tickling. Dropping. Flying.
The creatures of the night. Friends yet foe.
Swatting away a fly.
Scratching.
Trying to get the insides out. Screaming at the silence that surrounds her.
Ants, lizards, bats and such.
Crawling. Tickling. Dropping. Flying.
The creatures of the night. Friends yet foe.
Swatting away a fly.
Scratching.
Trying to get the insides out. Screaming at the silence that surrounds her.
Cursing her eardrums and
the buzzing mosquitoes.
Covering Kismat under a shroud of a blanket.
Thinking of the Immortals of Meluha.
Still gnawing at her soul for the unknown truths that tomorrow may reveal.
Skeletons knocking around her heavy memories trying to show her the way.
Covering Kismat under a shroud of a blanket.
Thinking of the Immortals of Meluha.
Still gnawing at her soul for the unknown truths that tomorrow may reveal.
Skeletons knocking around her heavy memories trying to show her the way.
What's done can't be undone
.
Scratch away my friend till tomorrow comes.
.
Scratch away my friend till tomorrow comes.
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