Alive

Alive

written by: Pragya

 

Breathe.
Men come and retreat; memories flow forever.
Breathe ’til dark sunders with thy demons.

Wander into the concealed land
Of deep melancholia;
Beheaded truths
Told fairytales
Where none awaits.

A trail dress of maroon hue
From the riches earned;
Swift and smiles
Hated and rejected.
Drown into the descended river
Of mystical existence.

Live.
Hope may seep into, may not
But thou sha’n’t retreat
For memories flow forever
Live ’til dark sunders with thy demons.

Breathe.
Breathe ’til dark sunders with thy demons.

Breathe.