Nirmala Rajah Cynthia, III Year B.A. English.

When he saw he was dead-
Pushed into the dank earth- undead, but dead
For all eternity, he plunged
Into a loneliness so great…
Past words, past feeling,
Past life, past death,
Past everything that had once seemed home
That he yearned to die once more, and finally.
His wish denied him,
He poured forth all that anguish into his fangs,
Drunk their blood and got drunk on it,
Filling his hollow heart
With the once streams of life.


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