The Dogs
The Dogs
The cold wind swept past my face as the water crashed against my ankles,
Here I was, standing in this great weather, with my wrists in shackles,
The atmosphere was gloomy, despite the beings lively,
My lips smiled automatically as I thought of my journey,
As I raised my face to the sky, cherishing the wind against my face
My eyes caught the multitude of expressions all around me in the present faces,
As I looked behind me, the red hot trail of blood blazing
I turned my palms towards me; with blood, they are dripping,
A few drops of rain started to fall from the cloudy sky,
Racing down my back, meeting the blood-red blade that was grey
From amongst the crowd, she emerged, walking towards me,
The one person I trusted; my only family despite no blood ties
The intensity of the rainfall and atmosphere began to increase slowly,
I gave her my all because when I called her sister, I meant it truly,
She raised her hand, stopping 5 feet away from me,
I could see the cold steel muzzle pointing at me,
As she pulled the trigger, the satisfaction in the environment was vivid,
I recognized all these faces as ones once I had claimed to be friends with
My chest burned and stung as I was sent flying backward
I could see the claims of friendship made by each one: empty words,
As I fell, looking at the world toppling, my body rested in the water halfway,
From the beginning, I knew that I would face this, though I didn’t know I will die this way,
I understand the hatred everyone had but did this I deserve?
I chose this life and chose to be the devil, but goodness I once served
I don’t mind being killed with a knife in my back and a bullet in my heart,
But was I that bad a creature for my body to be left in the cold like this?
I was the monster who only ever wanted to help,
If I chose this life, it’s because the others lead to a black heart,
So what if I didn’t let you do wrong and stood against it
In the end, it saved you from yourself, didn’t it?
The funny thing is, if time was reversed, I would do it all exactly the same,
If that means being labeled the villain, I accept and live up to it; I will
No point in regrets now, here come the dogs; for my flesh, they are dying,
As they chew and gnaw, the audience disperses; satisfaction from their faces, dripping,
-Basil Faisal Qureshi
