The last hour

This is the sequel to my previous poem Midnight Moon



You asked me to wait,  so I did
I waited long for you,  but not for love –
The feeling has long lost its importance
My mind full of rue and retortion,
Standing here in the dark I can’t see you;
Yet I can smell you,  your body soaked
The blood of my lover now stains your hands –
Never did I say, I love you
Your essence about things were different,
Insanity has now broken all loose ends,
Cannot help unbound my mind;
Only crimson red liquid can help me survive,
May be your blood will purify me in the last hour.