i feel the shadows calling me
the twisted dark that hides from the light
it begins to inhabit my bones
whispering to my degenerate mind

i see them form in the hollows of my eyes
behind the iris they leave their mark
settling between my ribs and I
let them crawl deep into my heart

winter's ice nestles in my hair
days grow longer with sleep obsolete
the time spins from fast to slow
true rest is a luxury not meant for me

i become as empty as the grey matter
at the base of my skull breaking down
i am as cold as the autumn rain
my breath the snow-chill all around

like summer flowers i frost and die
inside buried deeper than the dead
my springtime heart has been frozen
i exist in the cage of my head

i am darkness and rotting dreams
static energy, all consuming night
i live in the silvering reflections
wonder on what i have wasted my life

*© Tara India.