Rahul Menon
Horror Thriller
That horror that seeped in every night,
All I could do is nothing, no fight.
Nothing in the dream ever seemed so real,
the next morning is worse than a sabotaged deal.
Reunited With...
Dawn
The Only Fear
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Patience Is T...
The Sun & The...
SPoC For LIFE...
The "Shy" Min...
When Love Kno...
The Dancing C...
In the realm of dreams, where wonders bloom, A tapestry weaves through midnight's gloom. In the realm of dreams, where wonders bloom, A tapestry weaves through midnig...
Musings Musings
Playing with her forest-green eyeballs like a child. Staring at her gory empty eye sockets he smi... Playing with her forest-green eyeballs like a child. Staring at her gory empt...
No-one wants to be buried in the isolated room, I'm sitting in. I can sense centipedes are turnin... No-one wants to be buried in the isolated room, I'm sitting in. I can sense c...
I felt the freeze, Breath beneath the soil, I felt the freeze, Breath beneath the soil,
Where is the real home of ghosts? Where is the real home of ghosts?
With this brush, He wanted to create a new world, Where no humans exist. With this brush, He wanted to create a new world, Where no humans exist.
I wish I hadn't fought battles before I wish I hadn't fought battles before
A horrible tune A horrible tune
And with that, the washing machine stopped, The clothes fell still and the laughter dropped, And with that, the washing machine stopped, The clothes fell still and the la...
Now, I'm dancing through the shadows of mine Now, I'm dancing through the shadows of mine
Triggering a conflict Triggering a conflict
Will bring one's heart into one's mouth. Will bring one's heart into one's mouth.
Oh hear! My child of no one, ... Oh hear! My child of no one, ...
Haunted by something Haunted by something
She breathed her last, fire and flame Violated beyond repair She breathed her last, fire and flame Violated beyond repair
My Haunted Heart is a piece of art My Haunted Heart is a piece of art
The night is dark, the moon is low, A whisper of wind begins to blow, The night is dark, the moon is low, A whisper of wind begins to blow,
Sadly, it is the mighty, the formidable who grab the spoils of war; Sadly, it is the mighty, the formidable who grab the spoils of war;
I have to live the life my masters never had I have to live the life my masters never had
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