Like a leech it sucks, Crawling throughout the hollow night, Running from the tip of your eyelids, To the rims of your subconscious, Chewing every thought, Into it's deadly grin. Tying stones to the legs of conscious,as it sinks, Into the whirlpool of known voices. With a thread of numbness, It stitches your conscious lobes. As,every sound including yours turns dumb. Except the deafening ticks of wandering fears, As visions seem to turn grey, Words choke slow, And tears get frozen,to help you. The pills you took,seem to settle down. Into the black waters of unsaid words. Scratching the walls of your nerves. A deep long cold breath and a sip of icy water,fails to whisper some cure.
Helpless and unaware of what's going on. You sit there,alongwith the sleeping bed,and the awake lamp.