my trepidation this body with its soul, enshrined in a full moon night, embellished , thus glistening , as stars disappered in the abysmal fright, the acarpous sky, illuminated by the malignant light, the milieu , moaning , "someone is coming to sabotage", the air , succumbed of the apocalypse reluctant to come alive, benediction bestowed,altered into venom injected into veins of mine, shackled by the sins committed, blind folded by the film of blood , i tasted !!, tortured by the ghosts of past , bathing in red body fluid,oozing out frm the bruises crafted, these all, stuffed in my turbulent mind, repentence like termites , wilting my soul, past deeds , metamorphosised into poison, awaiting to roll down my throat, death, i aint afraid of it, how it comes ?? placing me in the abyss of sharpened dilemma sticks, they say , future ,worthless to ponder and shadows the sheer lie, seeds of sins and evil , once sown , grow up and harvested before, if not , then surely after you die