Harakiri

A glistening blade,

An invitation to a different world,

Away from the anguish,a relief to the ailing heart,

A drug to the incurable infirmity called life

Just a little courage,

A few final moments of pain;

The last wound that i shall ever recieve,

With the promise of eternal relief.

For the last time i recollect some dearest faces,

Some whiz pass in a moment,

some seem to last for ages,

But all along one figure remains unfaded,

The one face that makes me smile n cry,

The face of my beloved.

Now that I look back at all those moments,

When I'd so fondly feared death;

It feels so strange,

How feelings change,

Fear n fancy are a matter of faith.

May be its all wrong, may be its a sin,

May be i've no right to end what I can't begin.

But the choice of life was never mine,

So why should I suffer,

for someone else's crime ?

And now as the edge kisses my skin,

I escape this battle I am never going to win,

The blood gushes out,

On the floor they take her shape;

Her face still lingers on,

Beckons me to join her,

Celebrate the final escape.