Siblings of my tortured soul
Staring into hollow.
Joking to the noose of fate
Looking up the sky too late
To catch a falling swallow.

Every stare dipped in drug
Tethered to some sorrow.
Tranquil tremors mock at me
Apprehensions peep to see
Will there be ‘tomorrow’ ?

Only twilight sifting past
A peerless guilt awake.
Life in dungeons makes no sound
A deadly dampness all around
Fang-marks on my neck.

Pleading voices clutter thought
Mindless masks in place.
Lust-drunk fingers felt for her
Smuggled across barbed wire
She blushed half-undressed.

P.S : This was born out of an experiment with this 'a-b-c-c-b' rhyming scheme...and it means nothing. Absolutely nothing.