I did not use to believe in ghosts or spirits.
But since past few days,
whenever I look into the mirror
I get convinced more and more,
staring into those
dark eerie pair of eyes of a stranger,
that someone named Pain has
entered my body and captured my soul.
She has made my skin colorless,
lips parched, forehead wrinkled
and limbs chapped and cracked.
The scab of my soul is peeled apart,
separating me from my shadow.
Pain has gnawed into my heart
and clawed my breath
like an alien apparition.
She keeps whispering from within me,
paralyzing my strength,
destroying my will;
she tells me now:
I will give you freedom,
Come, let’s commit suicide.