Hidden...

When the lights go dim
And the music fades....
I lie on my cushion of thoughts
Blanketed by boundless fears.....
In a world so colourless,
That the eyes seek solace
In the void of darkness......

The mind plays with illusions
Painting the abstract
With colours unseen...
Leading desires to the devil's snare....
I wipe off the blood invisible
Staining my hands forever......
Sole witnesses of the murder
Of fragile, pure innocence....

Yet frantic attempts go vain
The brutal scars remain....
Shouting out my unspoken pain
In a room full of deaf listeners.......
I stand unguarded......
With naked and betrayed feelings
Refusing to clothe my senses.......
With the threads of hope
Bitten and broken
By moths of reality.....

The masks of sanity
Grinning, as the last straw
Tends to slip out of sight.....
Spotlight of countless accuses
Burning my insides......
As I grope in nothingness
Like a fall from a cliff
Of refreshed horror......
So long the fall....
Like there is no ending....

And then fly the sparks.....
The lights are out
Another cut on the flesh of emotions.....
Reviving the numbness
I lose myself
And relish the sizzle of red....
That replaces the tears
The tears that dried...
I smile senselessly
At the merciless wounds I hide....