The Last Murder

Murder is legal,Murder is legal,
shouted the crowd,
Murder became legal,
and they shouted aloud.

you can kill anyone,
but you can kill just once,
you won't be hanged for it,
you won't be given any sentence.

he was sitting in his room,
alone as always,
smiling to himself,
smiling on how life plays.

he remembered all betrayals,
he remembered all lies,
he remembered the people who left him stranded,
he remembered that he loved good-byes.

and hence he got up,
got up and took out his gun,
took out his gun and loaded it,
and loaded it with a single bullet to shoot and run.

he went into the house of his friend,
oh yes his enemy with the mask of a friend,
he dropped a coin on the other side,
and waited for him to bend.

soon he took out his pistol,
and aimed at his head,
but the next second changed his mind,
the house was saved from turning red.

he wanted to kill a bigger enemy,
the one who hurt him the most,
the one who threw him into,
the sea without a coast.

he went to the house of his brother,
even he had made him taste hypocrisy,
he knocked on his door,
"brother,are you busy?"

"I am sorry for everything I've done,
I am sorry I hurt you",
they hugged tight,
as he prepared the bullet to pierce through.


He was in tears and he didnt shoot,
he bid farewell to his brother,
he bid farewell to his death,
and thought of the others.

he visited more houses,
but failed to kill anyone,
it was dark and cold that night,
and he had killed no one.

It started to snow as he walked,
he passed the streets taking short footsteps,
"the world is a misery",
he was talking to himself.

"The world is a misery,
my life is miserable,
I feel lonely,I am alone,
but nothing makes me noble".

"I dont have a shoulder to cry on,
I can't share my gloom,
they don't ask for me anymore,
I gave my shoulders to whom"

"I am bad,am I bad?
why do they all betray me?
Oh Father of Heavens,
why dont they love me?"

He sobbed for long,
the night became darker and colder,
he missed his dead mother,
he wanted to hug her.

He adjusted his hat,
brushed aside the snow on his coat,
wiped all his tears,
and cleared his throat.

he went to his favourite cafe,
and ordered his favourite coffee,
he indulged into its aroma,
and he felt so free.

sip by sip he felt satisfaction,
sip by sip he felt a unique warmth,
sip by sip he felt lost things returning,
sip by sip he felt his worth.

sip by sip he found his life,
sip by sip he found his self,
sip by sip he found a trace of God,
and after the last sip he killed himself!

Juan(I hate Norpals )