• ayushsangwan 132w

    the television fell down from the wall
    all the room lights began to burst
    wooden furniture burned to ashes
    chandelier fell straight upon my head
    my eyes were closing but nose could
    smell smoke
    i felt it was liberating from your cigarettes
    fire was spilling in the room
    there was no tomorrow for me
    but there was your name on my lips
    and a hope in the dying beats of my heart
    that you will come to save me
    and hold my hand to take me out
    of the hell i was trapped in
    but truth suddenly decided to kill the lie

    - ayush sangwan, apocalypse