Bleed until you're left dry
Squeeze your life out of your soul
Feel every drop of the life-fluid
Out of your almost life-less pale skin.
The very feeling, the apparently 'precious' life,
is drifting far, far away, slipping away
from the tightly clenched fist, like the Sand
Memories of childhood, adolescence and Womanhood,
all come splashing, like a frost-bite.
Every vivid anecdote passes through the
chaotic lanes of the Mind Either sorrowful or Euphoric
or a lesson learned or brutal injustice.
Lives that have left a mark,
a bright flower, a peaceful Dove,
a lush forest, treating every 'sense'
Perhaps the mighty mountains
and sometimes the oblivious Oceans
vigorous with 'mobility' but reminiscently Romantic.
When it is Hope's suicide,
and Stringent principles once believed crash like a
pack of cards.
Every deception, betrayal, back-stab, does not
feel as excruciating as the sharp sting of pain being experienced.
Every 'person' etched in the 'heavy' bosom, now getting
empty by the minute, yet somehow getting heavier(lyrically).
Subtle and extravagant thoughts transform into fumes.
Even pain condenses into orgasmic pleasure!
All that remains is the debris.
The debris of a Life, that loved to Love
And all that matters is love felt and love given.
Finally Engulfed, into the pure, selfless, Love.
