Cold breezes sneak at night <br />Surprise my laid body <br />Through the small curves of my blanket <br />They sting as the unhappy truth <br /> <br />Afraid to move and lose it all <br />Afraid of keeping my place until tomorrow <br />That may never come <br />And whose sun's color may change <br />Into an unseen glow <br />Into a deep sorrow <br />Into a deceiving fellow <br /> <br />And the sunlight becomes <br />A scapgoat of humanity <br />A scapgoat of our brutality <br />A scapgoat of our mentality <br /> <br />Now that the sun's gone away <br />All that's left there for me <br />Are the elements of my tragedy: <br />Hollowness, anger, Pain...That is killing me.<br /><br />Abdelmajid Seghir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-died-the-day-i-killed-you-truth/
