Once jaunty and lively,
Now playing with poison ivy.
Earlier wanting to be a libertine,
Now waiting for death to oblige.
Abdomen with an incision,
Knees with bruises,
And face with cuts,
He is a shattered glass
Cuddling with darkness.
Surrounded by unbridled wickedness
And bogus thoughts,
He wonders
What will happen at the crack of dawn.
-Khushi :)