3. Back to this Place

Back to the place where my words would bleed,

more than my soul could pour it down,
tearing all the emotions lying beneath,
and this mind would scream it out-
“don’t stop running from people,
inside them lives a demon,
they would try hard to make you one,
but you are back to this place called world”.

Here your feelings would die before they are dead,
even though your heart would try to restraint,
tearing all the emotions lying underneath,
where you would not live but only exist,
and your soul would scream –
“start running from people,
inside them feeds a dangerous creature,
you wouldn’t be able to mould,
because you don’t belong to be one
but you are back to this place called world.”