And I thought like all fools that death cannot touch me
It is the tragedy absent from my eventful life
And it shattered my bubble such......

I cant decide if I am the killer or the unaware catalyst
Will death make me accomplice in her mockery of my innocence or obtusness to acknowlege her..

Ok let me be the supplicant than a partner to your orgy
Lets postpone this game
I am tired
Leave my world alone for some more time
letme live on this dream a little longer

P.S. I loved you in my own flawed way