Between the tubes and noises,
I could hear the voice of nurses,
I could feel my insides burning,
That's the pact of love that's churning.
What's that feeling in my throat?
My minds like a sinking boat,
Could the juice I drank be poison,
My mind is clueless and all I see is crimson.
The giggles that made me smile all day,
Turned me up in tubes, withering all day.
The hand that held me deep in hugs,
Has given me death, her mind like the thugs.
The message she sent made me cry.
Her voice was deep and about to cry.
Still I trust the smile and words she told,
Dreaming life, shining as gold.
My hands are numb, the needles prick
Her acts and deeds, which side to pick?
Smiling and holding me on an end of the rope
Asking me to leave, the other end of my hope.
My heart pumps hard, the monitors beep,
Millions of flash, averting my sleep.
My thoughts are quite vivid or am I sinking,
The pain is rising, my eyes are blinking.
Flashes of anger, words of despair,
Words of my family, in it so much fear.
The burning in my stomach has grown again,
like a small flame, beginning to reign.
Still feeling the sting on my tongue,
I was naive about love, cool and young.
When asked to taste the bitter juice,
I had it all as she was my muse.
The blinking eyes, forerunner of death,
Excited I was, giving way to mirth;
When we roamed the roads, under the sun,
My mind was free and ready for fun.
Ridiculed by all, I cared for none,
All I want now is to feel the sun;
Is it dark or is it day?
Am I to be the darkest prey?
I can feel my life lifting away,
Breath is trembling, body just sway,
My prayer was to make hers come true,
Now when they turn true, my body is turning blue.
When love was on a side of the balancing scale,
Money and luxury creeping on the other scale,
Adamant as I was to prove the love I had,
Never once I thought, intentions were bad.
With every loving word, a scorpion hid,
To strike at the chance, waiting for its bid;
The world is for winners, with money and fake,
The rest of us are losers, always ready to break.
I thought of the dreams till death do us part,
But in her heart, she was already apart;
Killing me softly with bottles of juice,
Never did I know that it was a noose.
No blames, no words, as I part the world,
For I leave to you the joys of the world;
Hope the rest will think my plight,
Before they jump in love, which is a fight.