Sin Poem by Bobby yadav

Those eyes mock him
and words spit fire
he still resists all this
by controlling his inner sire.

A knife is his only toy
and four walls his best friends
he waits for the right time
to bring all this to an end

He has a pet, a nightingale in the cage
away from vast misty forest
all day he screams and struggles
to accept the reality like the rest

One day he stood in front of the mirror
and looked straight into his eyes
I found myself too behind him
watching and hearing his tortured cry

Life was never his journey
He deserves to live in hell
nurture there with the guilt of his deeds
and live more tales to tell

How much more is the question
he needs to suffer on earth
to prepare the trek
into the eternal hell

Hell waits for him to pass
the dark stairs of judgment
where 3 faced evil and the curse welcomes
his soul to face more torment

So he slits his wrist
the blood drips, so does his desperation through his veins
now is the time, to pay his debts
Finally! He pulls off his mask and departs with one more guilt and pain.