I Felt

I was walking through the trails,
            That you had passed by
Feet went cold, by what I saw
How you cried and how you were weeping,
            All that despair in your eyes…..

I felt the urge to kill, or get killed,
            Die to be born ,born better
Scratch my arms , palms till
            Till the last drop of red wine bleeds out.

The holy touch, It seemed what It was
            The nails, going deep in that naked flesh of mine
Triumph I felt went I saw, I felt, My eyes go black,
            Hovering above I Saw the face
……………………..bloody happy red face of hers……