Hovering over the bed full of lies, Hiding behind the masked disguise, Of sins and virtues concealed within, Unwilling to let anyone break in Stressing on his vulnerabilities, Struggling with the hostilities, The cracks begin to shine under the light, Confronting the will of his fight The spot of light under his door, Another shadow washed ashore, Turned away in the dark of the night, The lonely soul's desperate plight The shadow darkening the door fades, As the light turns into dark shades, Until his memory is all that's left, Gradually dissolving under the world's heft
By Ken Ahuja