there was a face in my dream
a face i was well aware of
it looked dreadful
blood stained
as if its the most cruel face on earth
it was ugly and painful
and it had a glimpse of the entire burnt history
the remains of those burns were still on the face
melting down slowly
there were two silent eyes soulless and numb
they had no complains, and no expectations
just balls of stone
gazing without a blink
hiding inside a guilt feeling
a treacherous murderous character
God of emotional slaughters
theres no way that I can now prove my truth and purity
I wish I had not seen my real self so consciously