The Caged Thoughts

Standing amidst the corridor
Haunted around by cages
Stinking smell of rusted iron,
Cursed all its slaves

Pricked by horns
Screwed as if wrong
I stood reckless
Helpless and distressed
Waiting for the death

Life left nothing in store
But to lay still, and die

Come O’ deadly death
Rescue me from chains
Of life and misery
Oblige me for my sins

Thought pierced into my past
Sense lost, mind still whirled
Shivered my whole body,
In fear and more fear

There comes the harbinger of death
Get ready dude!
Take your last breath
Oh! You sobbing mob,
Take me to the death
Take me to the death.