O Brutus

O familiar stranger tormenting my mind, Why do you hide behind the veils? Why did you act so apathic when you stood in my presence ? Why do you strike me from behind as a vermin? And cut through my flesh masking your face. You deny me your identity until my last gasp. You, a wolf hid as do sheep in my flock. A camouflaged enemy in plain sight you were, But vicious was your unforgiving strike. As I lay in my pool of blood , And choke on it , I whisper breathlessly; Alas, I have met my mortal end. P.S[A reimagined rendition of Julio Cesar's dying thoughts]