The empty house compelling me to commit a sin
The burning scars appealing hindered pain under my skin
The dagger in my hand – I desired to bleed
Thus excreting the organic fluid to feed my soul with creed
The unwavering will to slash my wrist
Eradicating the memories behind the mist
His face pressed against the walls of my brain
The smell of his body intriguing my soul again
He is yet a sweet memory – I can’t blame him
How can I forget our first kiss under the moon lit dim?
I am into pieces again – pleading myself to forget and forgive
My heart aches in the quest for our moments to commemorate and relive
His virtual appearance holding me close together
Hence I am nothing better, just an old rotting feather
His reminiscences surpassed me to hand the dagger again
“Let’s do it”, recalled my hasty brain
I was on the verge to gash my wrist for the blood to flow
Flow like a thrusting ocean to manifest what’s there to show
The stamina summoned when a thought clicked
Why such an audacious choice for my family cause of a vicious convict?
I threw the knife onto the ground
Sobbed and wept unless I heard a sound
As I heard the sound, I dashed to my room
Washed my face, managed to be in bed without a BOOM!
He ruled my thoughts persistently declaring his reign over me
We vowed to love each other forever with glee
Did he forget his commitment even before the war started?
Did he intend to make me bleed with suffocation and misery faint-hearted?
To Be Continued…