Chase me and I’ll outrun you,
hold me close and I’ll break free,
stab me and I’ll come back to life,
haunt me and I’ll rest in peace,
kiss me and I’ll feel nothing,
look into my eyes and I’ll walk away,
hold my hand and I’ll be liberated,
undermine me and I’ll rise above you,
avenge me and permit you to destroy me,
point a gun to my head and I’ll make you my target,
take away my pen and I’ll make you regret…
Regret the choices you made,
until your name on your epitaph shall fade,
until your heart turns a monochrome shade,
until your submissive soul, is under my coffin laid.
Sia Shete 