Her Bleeding Brainstem

By Mohammed Raiyan Alam N

Longing for her, not that talk or stalk.

Overcame her, not those cigarettes or smoke.

Neither the gaffe, nor the whiskey and wine.

Laughed with lads, all left in de' plate.

Whilst of an old dead nap, a wrestling spot.

Rival's bleeding brains, my shredding machete!

Childhood reigns, I killed em all!

Blood bevel over water, bout to spill dro poison!

Through the tail gate, a slit in her brainstem.

Thickest blood, faintin heels of Achilles.

Knocked out of mind, I galloped as her messiah!

Foes all frowned, coped to drew her in my arms!

Fatal hemorrhage, Neither a garment nor a blanket.

Javelin blades allying her blood and my hope!

Rest her on my bed, my blood gold cloak!

Trivial wing and katanas, All that we had!

Her tender eyes bolted the portcullis and sabers.

Despondent struggle, they cut my chest to leap!

Traitors on all hands, splenial bleed in my mind.

Gory daggers, we took em five for each.

Crimson shades, I sprinted with my heavy soul.

Colourless fades, She smiled with agony.

She faced the skies and leaned her brainstem.

Syrian child, I drowned on my knees.

No chat no touch, her vision to the verses.

Split in my soul, No other queen breathin!

Big dead nap, I was sealed in a coffin.

By Mohammed Raiyan Alam N