I'm infected,

I'm cold without mercy.

My only trait is selfishness

Try n try harder

but the jealousy effect within me cannot be neutralized

Pride is on my face n dnt try to hurt it

else my lips forms a line of pure arrogance..

Difficult to trace me in this crowd coz

we are all the same

Your only chance is my eyes;

they are the mirror that will reflect

the true story..

Can't you see us?

Locked in a room, we are banging hard against the door

Let us out!

Shit! We are bleeding.

I'm tired of smelling blood all day long.

What I had seen flowing down my fingers,

I can feel it in my mind.

I tried hard to wash my hands

but the smell would not go

Perhaps its my conscience

which is bleeding.

Come back now.

I'm infected

I'm cold without mercy.

I'm infected

I'm cold without mercy,

Not even with myself.

Rakshita MUNGUR

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