They
whisper in my ears,
Awaken
my fears
Like
hiss of a serpent,
A
chanting discordant
Craving
for wisps of smoke,
They
try to provoke
My
inner demons
They
give me reasons
To
crave,
They
enslave
I
try to run,
But
the rush has begun
An
invisible chain,
I
cannot refrain
A
mocking grin,
Strikes
me within
I
try to flee,
A
mirage I see
There
is only one way,
I
hear the whisper say
Tentacles of vapors sink in,
I
embrace the devil within.
Niharika Prasad
