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Nov 2017
Forever more
That's what you said
My heart you tore
You didn't mention that
Aches of pain in my chest
You let me bleed to a foreign death
Classed me up like no other
In despair you also killed my brother
A lie or a mental case
Before I could mend
You smashed my face
Left me in a corner to the end
Pools of blood all around
Bleeding to death on the ground
You stood looking unrecognized
The tools you cleaned and organized
I gasped with my torn face
Death crawling at a fast pace
The feel of heat on my body
Unable to see or call somebody
Lighting up fire and burning my flash
You laughed and cried, a bucket of splash
Fused off the fire, almost dead
Heart still beating, you seemed scared
I was still alive when you buried me
My love, my life...O' what you made me see
My own tortuous death by your hand
Which once I held with love till the end
Now, all buried with a beating heart
What have you done, what is this art?
What was your motive, you should have talked
I was your love, but my life you clocked
Within seconds my beats stopped
You dug up the grave, my head you chopped
All satisfied, you set on my grave
Weeping loud, cursing and crying
I was not brave
I was not even trying
My love for you was pure
Death as medicine, came upon as a cure...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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