Not Guilty

Undone in dark 
you strike back with ardor. 
The end was not near. It 
was only the beginning of it. 

There were many questions 
about life. Without mincing any 
words, you draw a circle 
and sit outside of it. 

There was no natural answer. 
You teach yourself about 
the foundation, from the book 
of falls. The breach of trust has a glint 
of dagger. 

In the hour of betrayal you 
drink the cup of Conium, to 
describe the ascending palsy. 
Step by step, drop by drop. 

Why death was hesitant to 
shake with you?