A drunkard's life.

As radiance of dusk shined through my window, I knew a new day has drawn closer,
But I do not know of one thing.
Will it be a fine or awful day.

Upon wishing it be a good day, I reached out for my phone.
To call my love one,
The first ringing tone I hear,
My hands drenched in cold sweat
The second ringing tone I hear,
I could hear my heart throbbing as loud as ever
After the third ringing tone,
She answered,

Hearing her voice,
It flutters my heart, Yet,
I hung up, I do not know why, But I hung up.
The abrupt surge of guilt felt in my body made me do it.

Before I could think of a second thought,
I turned to the other side of the bed,
And found this mysterious woman lying in bed with me.

It didn’t took me long before I realize this day will be,
The worst day of my entire life, For if I do not confess to her,
I will die a remorseful death, But I couldn’t withstand the guilt,
I couldn’t bare to even look at her again,

Lying in the kitchen, Was a knife,
A dagger, A dangerous tool, I took it,
Standing up valiantly, I placed in on my heart, Ready to pierce my heart,
Then, I heard the door being slammed open,
She came rushing towards me, took the blade away and asked me what was wrong,
I pointed at the woman in bed with me, she was now in the kitchen,
Looking very somnolent,
At that very moment I pointed at her, my love one, stabbed her heart with the knife,

It was supposed to be me, but she, the guiltless being,Was the one who died that day.

-By Ben

A drunkard's life.