The battle already lost!

Confused, amazed, aroused

I look at the knife on a far table

The edges seems blurred

But the handle is clear

The weak papaya besides it

Sit in contemplation

Reminding him of his bad luck

To trip in the hands of his predator...

The life had started with a small bud

Who wanted to befriend all

On his journey to adultery

He found thorns everywhere

Others wanting to slit his neck

Pluck his seeds and throw him away...

He fought his battle well

And felt proud at his scars

It was this time

He saw a pink, yellow flower at a tree

She looked like a princess

And his heart fell in the sea

But difficult was this love

The flower was already owned...

Flower gave him a reason to smile

And this smile gave him a reason to die

The owner loved the ripened papaya

And lusted at its youth...

Now he sits alongside a knife

Ready to get dripped in pain

This pain looks sweet

Dying in front of his beloved

He closed his eyes

And left with ease.