One Life to End it All:

Like wraiths in the dawning night,

I am teased by whispers of screams.

Always skipping just out of sight,

Play the shadows of dead dreams.



My feet wander from the bed of red coals,

I walk through the lonely crowd.

Drowning in the Sea of Lost Souls,

I hear nought but the silence so loud.



Across the mists of time looms the dead city,

A magnificent, dry and shrivelled husk.

Taunting me with strangely vibrant pity,

The bones of megaliths in the glittering dusk.



Looking forward to a future so dead,

I weave a delicate, forgotten past.

For after all is done and said,

This lifetime is my very last.



- Aviv Nair
17/2/2011