Dark,
Deep breathes under the sheets
Like black owl's in scary mights
Toes fettered with invisible chains
Heartbeat racing , eyeballs swaying
Hands clawing the mouth,
Not letting the low moans escape

No, she ain't making love
But definitely ******* herself up
Sitting straight and crawling back to a ball
From time to time, listening to
Ticking clock like time bombs,
Footsteps in the attic,
Snores of tired and worn out souls

Breathing in and out deliberately,
Brushing off breathes at times
Gasping and searching in thin air
As if to find someone for a hug
Clutching the hair,  feeling the Pounding head
Muttering "I don't want this anymore" Again,
Unclenching slowly for brief comforts

Why are the nights so scary and strange?
Why are the shadows that amazes her in the morning,
Alarms her in the dark?
Why does the memories dismissed in light,
Rolls back in gloom, like waves in the sea?
Again,
Another night singing the songs of depression
And tucking her back to sleep

Light,
Silently walking down the hallway
To come by an ornate mirror
Staring at it, dissecting emotions
Welled up under the pretentious sturdy figure
Conceding to herself of
How beautiful she looks with
the red oceaned eyes and trembling lips.