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The one who slays the demon must be worse than the demon himself, don’t you think? Maya’s sleepless brain.
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I have endured much sorrow,And yet I stand tall.Lived and loved through the ages,And yet I am brought down low.I hope you forgive meFor not having the strengthTo continue fighting.After all,The weight of the world is heavy today. – Arsh
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My heart is a graveyard.Of memories,Of love.Of everything that I am notAnd of everything that I am to you.My soul is a ravine.Consuming,Always devouring.Taking everything for itselfAnd leaving me bereft of peace. – Arsh
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Is it possible to suffer in bliss?To be rosy in health, To have not a single burden weighing heavy on your shoulders, But still feel as though your chest is constrained in thorns? To still dread waking in the morn? To fill your empty mind with worry after worry, Just to keep it occupied? To
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If ghosts are real,Then they haunt me.Ghosts from times I wasn’tAnd ghosts from times I could have been.And saddest of all,Ghosts who would never be.They haunt me through good times and badAnd yet,Through all the highs and lows,They are mine. – Arsh
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For what can Man do, Except follow its predecessors today? Regardless of the path, It all ends with the grave. Till the heart ceases to beat And the hand ceases to move, Till the corpse has no heat And the mind achieves no feat. Yet even beyond the grave All men are remembered in some