It's stopping me,
from what I've been longing for...
fighting for years with it,
Nothing,just blood and gore....

It's been living since years in every piece of glass I can see myself...
But I have to face even if it means
standing one step before devil's twelve...

Keeping it silent means feeding it's hunger...
utilising it is the key, keep it busy
otherwise it'll grow stronger...

I may not need it in order to be happy and sane...
but life isn't that straight always my friend...
Sometimes darkness will prevail and it's life's irony that I'll need him again.

-Aniket

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