the tragedy

eyes look drenched in fear

slumber stare at the empty space

pre-occupied by event coming near

wondering if he’ll show his face

amused with his mortal limits

and remembering everything so vivid

all was in place, pieces and bits

and he paused for a while, looking timid

he made his very own

a world he lives in, nothings a fraud

but he sure was alone

for the silence became loud

he wondered in his ally

walking pass through memory lane

remembering faces so many

but everyone treated him so vane

wind blowing so soft

the chimes collide making such noise

picked up his stencil and begun to draft

an image he remembered by his choice

an eye, a mouth and more

slowly forming a figure

then pain struck his heart all the more

a monster his draft ended up so blur

he put down his stencil

walking towards his cot

he laid down wishing to end his peril

for his loved one he lost in person and thought

tears rolled down his face

closed his eyes but all the more it went

ended up in his pillow case

asking himself, if it was all meant

all he wanted was to touch her hand

to be with her forever

but it all ended and this is where it lands

swallowed up by his love fever

he can never be with her

for she is long gone

mortality is the end, harsh and tender

of the love that has grown

they can never be together

for she died in his arms

and he wont get any better

if he does, it wont set off the alarms

they will never be together

all his promises gone

guess his love wasn’t forever

when he put the bullet through her heart she shun

a tragedy for their love it is

he never wanted it this way

now he has lost everything, his bliss

look at him today

he wondered outside the bars

grinning as if he has lost it

people staring back, smiling over that farce

what a fool they say he made himself an “it”

oh what has befallen you old man

a sin so harsh it kills your soul

there’s no one to blame, he’s a madman

for he put in his heart a big black hole

the judgment day has come

and his will be hung

guilty he is to all not to some

he smelled fear reaching through his lung

the fear it stabbed his heart

remorse consumes his thought

everything seems so senseless of some sort

for all is gone, he didn’t even fought

he cried to the crowd

his last cry he wanted to be heard

he shouted out loud

murder it was, but I love her, it was absurd

“she is my life and my all

I am nothing without her

Take my life for all

For I’m now useless without her”

His face was covered black

And grasping for his breath

The Pilate placed down the sack

And there his life was taken till his last breath

A girl said to her mom

Poor guy, didn’t get the chance for salvation

“I don’t know where he’s from

But it is painful to lose your love for your own satisfaction”

Tragedy it is that befall this man

He took the life from his love

In his own hands none other man

Is he down below or up above

Tragedy it is for those who lost theirs

For nothing can be more hurting

Not even a man with an affair

Nothing hurts than to lose the one you love as I was saying.

Sleep well old man

Far from your love’s grave

For you are a man

To face the judgement and not to be save.

[When dreams are wrecked

Destroyed by your own hands

Have no pity on yourself

For you have done what not…… ]

now all that's left for the town

is a story of a man who loved and lived

who by his own love he drowned

and death was conceived