As I walk aimlessly
The labyrinth,
With no will left, to find my way, I remember you, engulfed in a flood of blood, trying so hard
To swim across, not to light
But to severe darkness, in haste
To be in the world of the dead
Look at the irony -both born of
The same mother, both nurtured
On the same milk and both taught
From the book of love and peace and
Both lost to a common destiny,
I lost, sans an identity, breathing but dead and you facing death perpetually.
Both in reality, frozen in time.