Thanatos Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

My being is pulled asunder
I come up, to again go under
Know not the fears that roost within
That stirs the nightmares resting
The stifled scream of the spirit
That everyday dies foreign

The death of memories on the steps of heaven
It’s scalded by the fingers of the demon
The devil touches the heart
Makes it a cold, dark place of sort
My mind it pulls away
Into another portal in space to sway

No names, no sense, no identity
Only a horror that stretches to eternity
Death! Oh death, has so many faces
The most horrid is to die inside
For, those who are dead within
Die everyday, that they are living