I can see the pain in your eyes,

and I won’t be here twice.

You told the story of your friends once.

You can tell mine in thy absence.

Victim of a circumstance or a hardcore terrorist,

never mattered you whether a sadist or a rapist.

Treated everyone with equal respect,

watching them through their last flight.

You shared my anguish, you shared my pain.

When i kissed you with my head in vein,

you liked my blood, for you it was wine.

That was the time together we dine.

You sheltered me along the corners.

When I speak of sleepless nights,

you heard my deepest feelings,

you let your body to write thy stories.

Some may feel you as a lifeless dungeon.

For me you are the paradise and heaven.

To the world when I was a villain,

you welcomed me through the doors of the prison.

There will not be another tomorrow.

I can’t share my feelings and sorrow.

Time is something that I can’t borrow.

Who has seen life after deathrow.