2020

Crimson

I didn't know myself
I didn't know my face
Not or these faces
All I could predict is death

The third eye opened
Then all.. in crimson stain
Lifeless, in silence
Eyes longing for living in any chances

My heart broke
This vision was so clear
There was no smoke
There was no mirror

My body was tied
Death had booked
His bet, tonight
Leaving me as a spectator
Let Him be the traitor

Mocked me like a king
He dance, He run, He sings
Among the limbs
Waiting  to be backfilled

My friends, my foes, my loves
Speaking in the same language
Exhale their longest breath
Spoke their last words and last will
With smiles and guts
Reveal no weary and worry

He tied the Strings
The Strings of His
The Strings that cut
The Strings that scrag
In their necks, their hands, their feet
I could do nothing, as I watched the time is coming

He mocked me like a king
He forbade me to give a single blink
He the conductor, He the conjurer
For tonight's merciless madness

He waited no clang
For the unfortunate choir sang
There was only crimson
For crimson is His color
There was only crimson
For crimson satisfy His thirst
There was only crimson
Crimson, everywhere, I could see
There was only, this crimson
So foul, so condemned
Rot, rotten, rotting everywhere
From them, the ones I love
From them, who fed the Death a good deal.