Darkness raised to Infinity
With the life of a dog, petted and trained
One dead soul wished for life as a man
To sing by the seaside, and with foghorns blare
And hear the words of the roadside scholars
Selling freedom for the masses
Or backstage passes
Or merely pleading for a breath of fresh air
To swim in the oceans of decision and trust
And bang your head against Lucifer's wall
And long for a discomforting feeling
Only to fight with the tiger of dusk
All for one simple chance
To kill the demons of one's past
Bhavya Khanna
