Gracefully Satan

"Last cigar and I will head home, ok"

"Ah don't tell me you are going 'Home' for those people who don't respect and give you that silent treatment" 

"Why would they respect me when I don't deserve it, have you lost it"

"You better watch your mouth before raising your voice okay, after all I am the only savior of yours. If you don't pay heed to my words you will probably end up regretting. Listen I am warning you they will someday take all your money and leave you begging on the streets. They just want your money not you. They don't love you, none will help you I repeat none will! but I can if you lean on me, I can save you even before that dreadful scene occurs"

"Are you ready to surrender yourself to me?. Thinking about that you don't have any other option, do you?

"I would have done it long before but, but I feel there is a red thread which still connects both of us somewhere" 

"Its painful, this thread right? This thread has got thorns foisting in your heart ruthlessly like a bee entering the quenches. 

Jack-o'- lantern your heart and that thread a dark ray, richochets to its walls. Ah painful! Then I should cut it for you, a true friend can't watch you burning in agony afterall"

"How will you?

Sometimes this thread feels like love, a drop of red wine between others and I follow it madly like a soul running towards its real owner forgetting the former one. Feels like my midnight cigar, how come? can I forget it and cut it! In a nick of time" 

"Ahmaq, from here you can see entire panorama of this city. Its stunning! Isn't it? 

when the air passes between my fingers and brushes my hair I feel nirvana. Yeah, I allow this air to tuck my hair behind my ears. 

Soothing its whispers that I am alive and dead at the same time.

Why flummoxed?

You heard it right, DEAD!

The same air carries nerve racking 'whimpers' and sends chills down my spine. 

It beholds tears as I bimble I block it and monsoon squalls from my eyes. Old atrocious blood stains, its particles hide and makes my heart fall to my feet.

~Of the woman who was beaten to death and burnt alive by her in laws, nudisterian night. It was this time '2.am' My favourite or my worst I don't know.. now.

Everyday I wander up the hummock I see a lighted city, I feel love as I zoom it, its strings are made up of cremated corpse. 

'And ones heart already cremated can only, cremate the rest',

Poisonous red wine and a midnight cigar that burns down the house and I run, I try to escape but I can't.. I can never...exactly when a soul tries to run towards its latter owner when its being dragged.

Well, now don't just sit like cheese at four pence speak up! and I bet it won't start with "but" this time"

"Satt, you are right. They are all fake and this thread is a canvas of evil and brutality. I don't wanna hold it any more I feel like a criminal now.

But how will you cut it?" 

"Not me but one of you has to, I am asking you to find a calm place in my words till the end then it won't be that hard.

For breaking this thing into fragments one has to leave for ever, there's no other solution."

"What do mean by 'leave' who is lea....?"

"Kill them tonight"

|A woman and her 7 year old child was found dead in an old house, the recent report says they were murdered as the murderer lodged a knife into womans chest and into the skull of the kid. The room was pooled with blood. Police is searching for the husband who fleed last night...|

"The news says I am a criminal. Huh? I-i aint a criminal, I did it just to purify myself. She was just a fake woman. What I did was absolutely right and my friend is with me all the time. But where is he, he always comes to me when I am like this, his absence is driving me crazy and I shouldn't have a damn chip on my shoulder.

Wait, I know exactly where he would be. The hummock.

"Hello, Ahmaq or should I say Mr.criminal"

"What?"

"Jeez, why flummoxed?

Its a real feather in your cap to be called a criminal"

"You are totally a creature built out of lies and knavery, you persuaded me! You think you are ever wise and powerful, but you are no God"

"Exactly, cause I am much worse. 

Well, haha...Lemme remind you, you already offended your God! Isn't it?"

He dissapeared from the sight giggling, into the air.

~And I am writing this, sitting on an almost broken chair in my prison. 'Flummoxed' already and I am left with nothing but those words said by him whom I assumed to be my only friend 'And ones heart already cremated can only cremate the rest'

My heart died that day when I killed my love so I am obliged, that I am sentented to death.

•Inches away from my skin

I find him fanning my ears 

Randering thee motionless his twisted grin,

From the day I crawled on the floor,

I feared the day I will be no more,

Death seeks me every second I know,

But I get immersed in those crimes_ I adore

To the people I have killed so far

I have a mere vision of their souls leaving me ashore,

I do deserve 

I do deserve 

~death