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

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