At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
submerging in a pool of uncontrollable emotions.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Penned down emotions @ 3:33 PM

Betrayer

A gun ready in its position
Tiptoeing now, slow and steady
Felt a sudden constriction
Dropping to the floor, moaning painfully...

In a matter of minutes, hours, days,
There he knelt beside me, he prays
Where was I & what happened to me?
I tried to signal that I was awake, but he couldn't see

His eyes were wide open
bloodshot and cheeks sunken
Why did he look so melancholic?
So pale, so frightened, so sick

I got out and turned my head
To my horror, I see someone in bed
It was me! Why was I in bed?
No.. it can't be .. am I dead?

~

It's been a few weeks
My spirit walks freely
Once in a while I take a few peeks
in the files of my unsolved mystery

There I found the culprit
The one assassinator I knew
I knew I would never quit
Not till I'm done and through

There I stood behind her
There she stood before me, my murderer
It's now or never
Just a second and it'll all be over.

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