It might be my last word to you, I know it, yes I do, I shudder in the corner of pitch black grave…….
Being scrutinized from every angle,
I swear in your eyes,
We’ll meet in heaven or hell,
But say a faint goodbye.
Pain me from every side,
I shall whirl in a pirouette.
But if not, till death I’ll bide,
With traces of my silhouette.
On my future grave, I lie solely,
And let out a heavy sigh-
Let me hurt, let me pain,
But taste me a faint goodbye.
The farewell is all I need-
Till ache shall overcome my rage,
Irrespective of my sins or deeds,
Or let me die before I age.
Is insanity, I know that well-
But pain me with even a lie,
And sorrow and angst in me dwell
By just saying a goodbye.
Let the grief overcome me,
I will strengthen myself to endure-
But when you say that our last word,
Never me adore.
I shall live till I lastly bleed,
Please keep it ‘an eye for an eye’.
“Pain me till I depart this life,” I plead
By kissing me a goodbye.
I linger around my knell,
And I look in the sky,
I’ll throttle till demise, I swear-
Till I get your goodbye.
The wise reply,
- June Martin