In My Veins (The Untold Story)

In My Veins (The Untold Story)

When you have traveled a thousand miles,

In the scorching sun over your head,

It is normal to have a conflict with reality, 

But then when sometimes the flashes from your past don't let you live. 

You had said your part, 
Now it is my turn to tell, 
Tell the world I wasn't the mean girl,
That you made the world believe. 

It was a smooth ride, 
As if it was ripped off from a script,
Boy saw a girl at a party, 
And then slowly they get into a relationship. 

But what if I told you, 
The relationship wasn't the way it seemed,
It was more darker than a moonless night, 
It was not the spring but more of the harsh cold of December. 

I never meant to leave you, 
Never did I imagine myself walking out of that door, 
But you made me do it,
And painted me as a villan

You are dead now, 
With a razor cut on your wrist,
The blood coming out,
Making the floor look like a battleground. 

You tortured me, 
Beat me in public, 
Threatened my individuality, 
Making me your serf.

Never leaving a chance to disrespect me, 
But making me used to you around,
Now with your blood flowing down the apartment,
All I can see is the pain you had.

But then you made me a junkie,
Got me hooked on your presence,
Ensuring that your soul had entrapped my spirit,
And forcing me to live like a zombie. 

I tried hard to move on, 
Getting a new job, 
Moving to a different city, 
Years had passed and then I saw you again. 

I always had my eyes out for you,
Made sure that you were safe, 
Little did I know,
That my absence would have made you suffocate.

Now you're gone,
To a land where there is no returning from,
Scarring me for life, 
With your death on my hands. 

While I think of you, 
I see the razor that you had used,
Feeling your pains from the gashes you had, 
Replicating them on my wrists. 

I had to free myself, 
From the people around me, 
People who questioned me about you, 
The blood that rushed through my veins would remind me of your soft kisses. 

My wrist would remind me, 
Of the way you held my hands during the winters,
The skin would remind me of you caressing my back,
I could not fathom my life knowing that you are gone. 

As the seconds passed, 
Darkness would slowly welcome its lost child,
With my blood mixing with yours,
Meeting its captors after ages. 

I see my eyes shut, 
With the image of your face in front of me, 
Asking me for one last chance, 
With the last drop dripping from my wrist, 
I see the last of your memory flood out of my soul. 

With my body cold, 
My eyes shut, 
My breathing fades away, 
As all I knew was that I had you in my veins.