Journey...

After the glorious journey,
When I come back,
I don't knock at my own door,
I use the master key,
As I have quest for self,
Where myself
And the other self
Fuse into one
In defence of me
and my life.

My solitude awaits me,
In this growing cold
I bring in warmth,
in form of your memories,
Eating her flesh, and
quenching with her blood,
I remain there
for nine long months,
Going slowly into oblivion,
Forgetting the previous journey,
Beginning another lap,
Leaving the past lump,
In a shelter of nothingness,
to be torn between,
right and wrong, and,
good and evil,
Crisscrossing me all over,
Making me wonder,
The distance between,
FORWARD AND BACKWARD...