The Death of my Dreams
I was slowly sleepwalking into the oblivion Towards the death of my dreams The shadows of the past, now lurk in the background Making circles around the skeletons of my lovers The glass ceiling hanging above sucks the life out of my poetry I wake up every morning to a thousand scattered screams My metaphors are lost among the poison inside my veins I search for my lost love in every corner of the brothel that my body has become I walk into the horizon with darkness as my soulmate Knowing you are standing there to hold me if I ever fall into the gorge But love, all I ever wanted is to find a place inside your poisoned heart Black and grey like the colour of your coat If I die tomorrow you will be the requiem of my dream I will lay there in my grave seeing you getting old Bringing black rose every day till you one day lie down beside me And we will make love for one last time with black hearts As we never found a red one in ours. © Suroshree Das https://www.facebook.com/photo?...
