Alive but barely breathing,
Fracturing the backbone of hope; lynching majestically beneath the shell,
I scream to get all the happiness out of my system.

Death despoils like a famished brute on my frame;
Caressing my body soothingly.
I slide, only to feel my wounds leaking,
I slide, to feel that uncanny sensation again.

Alive but barely breathing.
Waiting for the god of death to pay me a visit,
As he is the only one who can clutch me through this.
-Khushi:)