Tide turned… days changed….Fist opened and I held nothing…
Twilight changed into night…. pitch dark outside…
I wait for a sign, for a ladder, for a route
But, the blood that flows through me… flows off…
True turned to false…right went wrong…
Known became unknown ….
Faces that I knew became faceless today…
And, the blood that flows through me… flows off…
How I wish my faces would have supported…
Would have understood… would have been there…
But instead they drifted … can’t say if they ever were there first place…
And this way the blood that flows through me… flowed off…
The flown blood seems happy now...
Listening to memoirs of broken me… it seems rejoiced…
Each time it boiled against me, a part of my existence died out…
Not a single drop of blood is left anymore;
I see only faces around…. Strangers!!