As soon as she closed her eyes,
Her eyelids became heavy.
Her senses became still
And this is where she belonged.
Everything stopped moving.
She waited for the door to open
Which would lead her down
To the world of smoke and ice.
She stepped into the room
Of frozen time and hidden meanings,
One which gives her the rush
Of this dark game.
The sky burned with grey clouds
And raindrops were painted in red,
She tripped and fell down
In the pool of curse.
Dressed in shadow lines,
She got pushed in the maze
Of unending milestones, but
She wasn’t alone in this tunnel.
This chase, she enjoyed,
It was a puzzle she didn’t want to solve
And she found herself in this cold desert,
She befriended the shapeless souls.
Warm hands clutched her throat,
She let out a silent laugh,
She hissed, moved and smiled.
The pain was intoxicating.
She crawled towards the hole
Of murmurs and whispers,
Inhaling the rusted air,
Her tongue savored the black blood.
She craved for the taste of sweat,
Her body shook with violent jerks
And everything became hazy.
She swam in the circle,
Her mind begging her to wake up,
On a count of 10, she opened her eyes
And the clock came back to life.
She heard no sound, felt nothing.
She loved the dark,
She loved black.
That was her world.