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Dec 2014
The darkness fills my heart inside.
I'm left to burn, char and die.
Why does this sorrow just come to me?
Why do I always pay the fee?
My heart just burns,
The smoke churns
Darkness whispers,
"Come Hither"
And I'm just left to wither.

The shadows hunt,
Like I'm a runt.
Darkness fills a void.
Hell now screams,
Burnt all my dreams
Now I'm burnt and toyed.
Hell now slithers,
Come hither.
And I'm just left to Wither.
Anoushka Jain
Written by
Anoushka Jain  New Delhi, India
(New Delhi, India)   
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