When I Am Killed

When I was killed in cold blood

By the morons that within me hide,

I looked towards you for solace

But saw the eyes cold, crude, staring wide.  

And today when I am killed in cold blood

By the morons that breathe outside,

I wonder now if I have a few breaths left

Or was it yesterday in the cold that I died?

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About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.

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