From the top of the hill
When I screamed,
I heard the echoes
Of my own voice stream.
I looked around,
Tried to capture more sound,
In considerable amount of time,
I realized that it vanished out
I was confused,
Where it all gone,
Mystery painted a new venture for me
But I stood there fully stoned.
I accumulated more sound inside me
And once again voiced out in musical strike,
Suddenly, demon darkness covered the world
And I was in the flash golden concentrated light.
In a few seconds,
Very low siren sound has reflected back on me,
It kept on increasing, higher and higher,
My whole body was trembling in this high intensity.
I folded my ears in between of knees, teary eyes,
Extreme pain was almost killing me though,
Still I managed to cry out, ‘Help me’,
Eventually, siren stopped, daylight was on now
And I felt new, fresh but the same world, oh sure!