Hold On To Me

Hold On To Me

Lights now brighter than the sun,

With the drips near and the machine beeping,

People chattering around me,

Saying things that  I cannot understand. 

Then I see myself standing in a corridor,

All dark and not a speck of light, 

Cold as the Antarctic,

Prison cells as hot as a thousand suns. 

Wandering there I found a room,

A room which I thought was home,

Resembling to a place far suppressed in my memories,

Welcoming me inside was the ghost that haunted me. 

Guilt ridden and terrified I stood, 

Waiting for the scene to unfold,

The living hell that I had left,

Now had followed me through the doors of the unknown. 

Time moving at the pace of a snail,

Punishing my soul with the deepest fears from my past,

And there I stood trying to battle with them,

Only to fall deeper into wormhole that it was.

I stabbed him once and there I stabbed him for eternity,

Removing him from existence, 

Only to let him live in my mind,

Helplessly looking at me and yelling at me to go. 

Like decoding a labyrinth,

I staggered on my way,

Just to find an exit,

Only to be brought out from there by something, 

Hazy vision and a roaring headache,

I saw the people around me,

The defibrillator in the hands of one,

I woke up in a jerk only to rush.

With a bleeding wrist and a blood soaked shirt,

I ran to her,

Just to see her living like a machine,

A heartbeat replaced by a beep, 

I sat next to you, 

With your hands in mine,

Looking at you and asking you,

To hold on to me till eternity.

Gonna Get You

Gonna Get You

With the light from the street lamp flickering, 

Stood a shadow in the woods, 
Looking down the alley, 
As if he was searching for something. 

Staggering past the doors in the silence, 
There was something about the night,
Giving him a sense of completion,
Waiting for the end of the road.

Like a beat cop searching for a crook,
Checking every intersection,
The shadow gliding towards the darkness,
Reaching for his pocket to grab something.

Observing the look in the eyes,
A silver dagger clasped in his hands,
Marching forward towards someone, 
And like Poseidon thrusting his trident in his foe.

In one swift blow,
The silver of the dagger kissed the flesh,
With one down he moved forward,
Lurking past like a vulture looking for food.

Slowly his ghostly presence breaks the peace,
People looking for him on the street,
Yet in the darkness even the closest thing becomes invisible,
So does a shadow,

Outside a home, he stood, 
Looking in the well-lit house, 
Following her all the way, 
Just to have a glance, 

Like a spirit moving around,
For the one who forced him to fall, 
Now with the daylight breaking, 
He disappears leaving a sign behind,
Written in blood, as if shouting,
"I'm Gonna Get You".