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The woman had a furtive look in her eyes, a look of sheer terror. Her actions were sudden, and her lips had come together as if to stifle a scream. She ran up to the lift and jabbed the call button savagely. The lift had been on the eighth floor, her own. She cursed out loud.

She had to get home, she had to get--

A car entered the parking lot with an ear-splitting screech. His car. She felt her heart thunder against her ribcage. He was here.

Black and Pink

She was a woman like no other. Completely out of her mind. She always chose the riskier path. Always. And she revelled in it! It was glorious for her. I haven't met another person like her, who took joy in failing because, "It was just an experiment, after all." A lunatic, I tell you.

But around me, she was totally opposite. Like flipping a coin. Fussy to the point of frustration(fussy is always frustrating, I know). She always looked at me with a suspicious eye, wondering whether I'd been up to any mischief. And as always, I'd disappoint her. But that didn't deter her, oh no! She would be unhappy with me because I wouldn't do anything wrong so that she could fly in as a messiah and set things right. I'd stopped messing things up a long time ago, and she hated me for it. I think she hasn't forgiven me for that even now.

You

You're the scarred soul and the blistering body,
The blood that shimmers inside,
The sweat that glistens violently,
As you stoke your demonic light.

You're the speckled sky,
The constellations floating in a queer dance,
The brilliance of the afternoon stupor,
Lit by your inner suns.

A Lament

Seas trembled and writhed in dismay,
The flames shed a single tear.
Rock withered and sky staggered,
The murk dissolved, stale but clear.

Splotches of red stained the whispering snow,
A frown creased the brittle heat.
Clouds burst forth in a reckless rage,
Pooling round the tempest's feet.

The errant mob behaved itself,
Rivers stiffened and ceased their flow.
The dead heaved an expectant sigh,
Machines skidded to a halt, wiping their brow.

The world slowed down, panting,
Time itself caught its breath.
Chaos went numb and silent,
Lamenting the poet's death.

The Noose

Crowded, suffocating,
The air now closing in.
I feel the urge to escape,
Escape away from this din.

Keep the flame alive

You're an ignorant child who has yet to see the myriads of trouble and dismay that life has to offer. You live protected behind a veil of happy and gaily songs, woven with trifles that have your highest priority. Where the hardest thing is getting rejected by your crush and breaking up with your love of adolescence... where you cry when others fail to wish you a happy birthday.
You are a child of spring with sweet coying flowers that bloom anew everyday, where the night's dark is kept at bay by ever-twinkling stars and the soft moonlight. You haven't experienced the cold, biting frost that gnaws on men's hope and souls. Savour the joy of innocence while your ignorance lasts. It is said that ignorance is bliss. I would never know if that is true. But you would. 
When the icy claws of the monsters under the bed grab for you, only then will you realize that monsters don't exist, but humans do. And that is a terror of a different kind; the kind that makes you rear with its justice, that disgusts you with its mercy, that makes you shiver with its touch of compassion. 
You may have read many inspiring sayings, even jotted down a few in that little diary by your bed-side stand. Hear this one. 
You are alone, surrounded by chattering wisps of people who are too engrossed in their lives to pay you any mind. They'll chatter away happily when the dark creeps forward. Many will flee when the shadow so much as falls upon them. A few will remain beside you, but swaying like the flame of a candle in the breeze. When the dark grows strong, when your own shadow abandons you, they'll flicker and scatter away, too. You will be distraught, your heart will shatter. And this is when it all matters. You won't remember those motivating quotes then. It'll just be you. And when you hold yourself together in that darkness, when you keep the flame alive, that's when you'll come into your own. When you'll finally know yourself. 
The winds will blow, relentless. The dark will engulf you, ruthless in its mercy. 
The trick is to keep the flame alive...