Sleeping lifelessly on the swollen bed of dreams,
I drown effortlessly into the abyss of darkness,
Where limelight is thrown upon the guarding weeds,
Pulling me down and down with multiple stresses.
Inner turmoil personifies itself and troubles my soul,
With the gravity of animosities and atrocities lurking,
My limbs get caught with defiant tendrils of seas,
And I scream on top of my lungs to relive pain in dreams.
My lumbers are frozen and I weep seeking solace on bed, My senses unsensed and indistinguishable on tour, And I wearing a cape of my wrinkles sink deeper, To protect myself from my devilish mind's world.
It's those nightmares I scream in for protection,
Of my skin and cells from the grazing sunbeams,
I don't wish to dip with my melancholy and helplessness,
Rather wake up and rise with imaginations of peacefulness.