tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55146876567161705342012-02-16T00:56:55.156-08:00Akankshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850482145658028444noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514687656716170534.post-8633359600486705602011-11-22T03:49:00.000-08:002011-11-22T03:52:49.398-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">It felt as if the walls are closing in<br />Something’s haunting and I run away.<br />My body aches, the scene replays<br />Insomnia, I scream; paranoid.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shadows follow, I look at the ground<br />The pain hits.<br />Can hardly walk, can hardly talk.<br />Paranoia grows.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anxiety attack, stabbed in the back<br />My heart pounds, I’m living on the edge.<br />Burnt bridges, the air is thin<br />And I go insane.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sit beneath the vicious moonlight immured<br />Everything slashed and burnt.<br />My body aches, the scene replays.<br />Insomnia, I scream; paranoid.</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514687656716170534-863335960048670560?l=thecrypticwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akankshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850482145658028444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514687656716170534.post-16215897902965582192011-11-12T00:59:00.001-08:002011-11-22T03:51:36.300-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She sat by the stairway, her face is drawn and haggard from sleeplessness today,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eyes cavernous, wretched life, so hapless, so execrable!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her sorrow made her look woebegone.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blurred visions, his ambiguous words, awful! </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unclear feelings of sadness crowded her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is this is what it was meant to be like?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A day ago, without a blemish, they were meant to be perfect,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A day after he made life uncertain.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What happens next is surely out of the blue,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And a long unforeseen end is due. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5514687656716170534-1621589790296558219?l=thecrypticwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Akankshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06850482145658028444noreply@blogger.com0