she talks to me all the time,
but its in the silence of the night when i can hear her.
it tells me then, where i am going wrong,
and where i am ignoring her.
i have done mistakes,
so she won't let me sleep.
she count and recount my deeds...her voice echoing in my ears.
i can't see her but i can't avoid her,
she corners me in the dark...i am afraid to sleep.
i swear to listen at that point.
but the noise of my gun makes me deaf.
she shouts out loud....but i am a sinner
i wonder how she is still alive?
alive but brutalised by my actions.
she comes from those years in my life where even abusing was a sin.
she walked with me into the later years where i had to kill even my kin.
she stood upright, looking upon me with those penetrating eyes....
as i sat in the pool of blood, i knew my life has changed that instant.
its said ur conscience dies after a certain point,
mine still lives with me...