The last verse...
Hours of walking and my legs are far from tired-
The darkness veils the shy bride’s heart-a shroud to all the desires.
I walk on towards the land of hollow humanity –
But halt, is that you I see?
Is that the blood of my smiles that stain your lips?
Was that my soul which you just tore into bits?
But much before you were here, I was gone-
Into the land which kisses no dawn.
Much before your sole trampled my tears,
I had bid a cold farewell to my old fears.
Here I was, killing myself within me-
Hiding the rotting corpse in a dusty corner
Which you’ll never see.
So while you were busy gathering your ammunition,
I had already put an end to the endless hours of procrastination.
So tell me, do you see the cold grave-
Lined with dusty tombstones and jaded epitaphs?
Do you read what they speak of-
Of incomplete Marijuana dreams and forgotten paragraphs?
Look into my eyes; tell me what you see-
Do you see broken shards of a mirror-
Each telling a tale unsaid?
Or do you see the remnants of a soul which you decided to trade?
I see you rejoice at having gagged my smiles,
The joy of tasting my blood shines in your frozen eye.
But be not fooled; believe not what will never be
Because when death came, the only one by me, was me.