Your prefer to sit with your knees clutched to their breast amidst the humming of a million cricket, the darkness that surrounds your labyrinth fades in compare to the night that has descended in your heart for ages now.
The broken window that faces you too have been sealed and you don't mind even the zillions mosquitoes which feed on your blood.
If I try to ignite a candle will you open your eyes, would be see the light shooing away the dark or you would prefer starting at the shadows that litter your walls.
If I try to wash off your bruised naked skin, would you bare those pent up pains for me, or you would rather shrug away.
The world outside is growing dark, night darker but you sit their unfazed growing scarier each moment. I can hear voices calling my name, I have promises to keep -- some named, some unnamed.
The effervescent hopes is escaping my eyes, the eternal sunshine fading in the face of the ubiquitous web darkness which paints your face now. The end is nearing and I know this time two lives would be lost in this eternal tunnel of love.
