02 October 2025

Demons

My demons stare 
At me from the dark- 
The clock whispers 
My name like I'm a 
Ticking bomb.

Every tick steals my 
Breath and I make
Deliberate efforts to
Remind me I'm alive.

The grip loosens,
Ground slips and 
Fate demands its
Rightful share-
How to hold it all
Together tonight?

I'm done tracing every 
Pulse like a prayer.
Done naming every 
Shadow of mine aloud.

This unusual knock
That seems to be 
From within today-

It breathes when I 
Breathe,
Grins when I choke,
And whispers- 
That only peace 
Is my surrender.

Mocking my efforts
To stay human,
Pushes me to edges
And I tend to give up.

If I let go,
Will it catch me?
Or will I discover
A new me, 
Tomorrow morning?

Soft-prey, marinated
In caffeine and despair-
Insomniacs are 
My favourite it says.

And lured by a few
Ounces of sleep-
My eyes close.
It turns dark.
The demon devours
Me, and whoever 
Wakes up-

Wears another shade 
Of eyebag, like 
The next morning is 
A Zombie Apocalypse.