Drowned in her thoughts with a candle light.
Stucked inside her demons dressed in white,
with tainted love in a darkened loft.
Her cage , a dreamless little squat
where she locked my soul in her blacked out world.
She sought and chose a crown with thorns , a wilted rose to give me.
I was dead inside, with a inner ghost lucid dreaming.
I thought my broken soul's plea
would end up into a broken Melody.
My anxiety waved at me and my sorrow whispered.
It was raining heart break.
And I don't know how my broken heart is still breathing.
- Kabindra Borah