Downhill Since Mayhem

Downhill Since Mayhem

 -By Rithika Anand

The beat

The weird beat

Disturbing.

I lose movement. I don't direct my body. 

I am a ghost, and

I slip one step down. 

I see strange people,

Strange as the beat.

They talk. They walk.

I hate them! 

My boots make crunching sounds, 

Every time I step on the wet road.

I feel lost,

I feel weak, but

No one should know. 

One creepy person slithers towards me.

DX, I know. 

Says something, can't seem to remember. 

Smells like smoke,

I hate it. 

The beat

The weird beat

I'm angry.

Weird people walk.

I walk with them.

The air smells like defeat,

And supressed pain.

Fortress of everything rotten.

Dark, everything is Dark.

I can't breathe.

I hide my screams!

Dragons and Flowers and Skeletons.

Everything Unnatural.  

Pain seems to be a master manipulator. 

It makes you believe, 

Its way is the only way. 

Takes the one thing you badly need,

I am a brake-less car, down its steepy hill...!

Too late now. 

The beat

The weird beat

Its mysterious.

I feel dizzy. 

Numb, it is what they say. 

Painless, I kind of like it! 

I move as my body wills,

Some part of me is shouting against this! 

A part, tiny little part. 

I don't listen. 

The beat.

The weird beat

Its addictive. 

I get goosebumps all over my skin,

The stuffy air envelops me. 

Dancing on a dagger, 

I get lost in its tranquility!

I feel alone,yet bodies crush me. 

Weird people look at me. 

They invade the air I breathe, 

I am one of them! 

I wonder if they know my story...

Will they understand? 

I wonder if they have a story, 

Of their own. 

I need to tell them my side. 

Need to make them know why!

Does it matter? 

I can be new. 

I can be painless. 

I can be free. 

One step and its oblivion. 

One step and everything changes. 

One step and I'm no more. 

Copyrighted by Rithika Anand