The splendid Nyt passing by
Reminds of the dreadful fright
The nyts I used to feel lonely
The days I used to cry
Thinking of an end that was just near by
The shout of the soul to hold the lifeline
The fear of the heart to loose wats mine

The unknown destiny which had to end in a while
The fyt the scream the Yelp the wail all consumed by the pillows beside
The terror of loosing the combat and the desire to give up before the sun shines
The isolation of the heart and the craving to endure was not just a dispute of one night

I wanted to hold on
I wanted to let go
I wished to be loved
I wished to be alone
I was looking for survival
I was looking for demise

The confusion the uncertainty of the time
I remember each and every moment of the while
It's still fresh , it still haunts, it still is a juncture which I just can't pass by
The day might seem easier
But the nights are still cursed.
I might smile I might ignore
But the dread is still vibrant
Like the winter which is nearby.