turn back once more

she kept walking not knowing

she was chased all along

a lonesome tread

screams in her head

she heard none other voice

as if a sweeping slumber

gripped her senses

night put on her robe of youth

gradually getting darker

the maddening winds had premonition

she as usual ignored

but why she suddenly stopped

and wanted to turn back

some whisper or her illusion

what was it that let her stop

and look back

nothing.....

no voice ,no sight just a void

a void like her life

she resumed her ordeal

her life running like a flashback

in front of her eyes

and now she screams

shivering the silence of the woods

she screams at her life

at her love at her dreams

at her dilemmas and struggles

shredding through the dying crescent

across the sky

she takes out a knife

and rip her veins open

and waited for her death

she turned back again

never knowing why

a loud laughter in the air

laughing at her for she did

what she was made to do

and she wakes from her intoxication

knowing the bleeding hand was no dream

she died with every tick of that bloody night

and this time she could never turn back

never knowing that laughter

and the intoxication

never knowing she was loved and wanted

for there were eyes waiting for her return

in her home all so alone

and wished she would turn back

for once to come back home....