Trapped In My Own Grave – A poem by Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra
Tell me do you still visit my grave?
Do you still pray for me?
‘Coz I’m lying down here in my grave,
Here for an eternity…
Pray for me so that I can be out,
Free me from my grave I cannot shout;
My heart cries out, so does my brain,
Don’t know for how long I can bear this pain…
And I’m growing insane,
Yet I remember…
The last time you touched me,
The valkyries flew above, and your icy kiss;
Made me remember, of the queen of vampires…
Immortal, your ruby lips,
More radiant than any stone,
Driving nails through my holy body;
Your ivory canine, whiter than snow itself…
Yes I remembered you;
The sun rose above the valleys yonder…
Killing me and then,
When I woke up, I found myself in a box,
(Where the dead are kept)
But I’m not dead, am I?
Or so I thought a thousand memories, feelings and emotions…
Came before me, I laughed coz I knew why…
I knew why I had to die;
Yes I am a vampire, the queen’s soldier,
Waiting to be revealed and I knew…
I had not dug my own grave,
I AM TRAPPED IN MY OWN GRAVE…
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