All Alone

Here I am, all alone

Walking along like a mindless drone

The streets are dark, the lights dim

And the night forbidden and grim

The doors of sanity are shut tight

The voices in my head scream at night

Everything here is violent but quiet

And I drag along the demons I fight

The further I walk, the darker it gets

Here my facades no longer exist

I hear a muffed sound, while I stand on the ground

Into which I want to dive and drown

The sound becomes unbearable,

‘It’s nothing’, say the voices terrible.

Nothing but a child’s scream.

This was no dream.

I still walk a while, hoping to find a clue

But only if I knew

The boy was a step behind

I ran to the voice wanting to be found,

But what I found, not making a sound a sound,

Was a boy on the floor

Screaming, panting, breathing no more.

And above him, standing in gore

With a knife and a mind far from sane

Little did I know, the boy lying low

Was me and the one above even more so.

-Adarsh Sharma