Please,what do you see; a city?
Therein, a red eyed man?
Contemplating the knife in his chest
Thinking where his soul lies
No such thing as a soul, believing
No such thing as pain, underestimating

Testing the waters with his hands
,Pulling on the handle;
testing pain and blood;
Where lies my soul cries the man
"i underestimated pain he says", fading
"Why did I do this!," he shouts
"a fiend made me,"he says, crying

His red eyes bigger imagining
Bigger seeing the whole in his chest
He stood on his last strength, to see down
Eyes locked on a stranger down the mountain;
In the heat Within the forests,
"That is the fiend!,
That is the one who took my life", he says bathed in blood.

Yet there was no fiend
There was no man, down the forest
Even there was no forest down the mountain
All imaginations of a pained human.