My being is pulled asunder <br />I come up, to again go under <br />Know not the fears that roost within <br />That stirs the nightmares resting <br />The stifled scream of the spirit <br />That everyday dies foreign <br /> <br />The death of memories on the steps of heaven <br />It’s scalded by the fingers of the demon <br />The devil touches the heart <br />Makes it a cold, dark place of sort <br />My mind it pulls away <br />Into another portal in space to sway <br /> <br />No names, no sense, no identity <br />Only a horror that stretches to eternity <br />Death! Oh death, has so many faces <br />The most horrid is to die inside <br />For, those who are dead within <br />Die everyday, that they are living<br /><br />O Sudhir Janardhanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanatos/
