Blood side by side.
Your risqué humor...

With stoicism writ on face
I invite the chisels...

Buried in a shiny grave,
a redefined religion...

My logic
was not a part of belief...

In cohabiting
a self-denial said...

More searing?
in fog of love...

The ancient war is on.
You kill...

The words had started to fail me.
There was always an ‘if...

Why ending your life,
on death bar...

Spurned,
staring into a void...

Wages
of alienation...

You come to me formless,
to claim your dues...