I am dead

I am dead,
For i see you in red.
It's a suicide,
For your misguide.
It's for you, cheat-
Not the poison that you treat.
It's a pain of grain;
That you have given on my brain.
I could have easily left at one speak -
But you have used me in every pick.
Now my anger run in veins,
For your dump love's rains.
Peace can't be attained by my soul:
For the heinous play of your role.
You have ruined my lustrous generosity,
For you have played with my personality.
Now I have gone,
But people will remember you for my done.
©kabir_arka