It was fear and anguish.
You were talking about evil.
Returning evil to evildoer.
I touch your psyche.
I am not happy.
Some thing is burning inside.
Dehumanizing the death?
Betraying the muse of god?
The ending fo hidden mist and sick bedrooms,
I am counting the parameters.
There is a moral pride in human slaughter
and annexing the smile.
Sun is again coming under eclipse.
Light is growing fainter.
I am again afraid of darkness.
Night of shadows and running midgets.
They prolong the agony.
I turn towards the earth for the impromptu music of life.
