I have not witnessed Bishmil's suffering, nor have I witnessed my own; I myself am the executioner of my own style.

This profound couplet speaks of a dangerous, self-destructive passion. The poet claims that he has never witnessed the true agony of a martyr like Bismil. Instead, he suggests that his own existence, his very way of being, is lethal—it is the 'style of the killer.' It’s a powerful declaration of a volatile, untamed spirit that operates outside conventional boundaries of pain and sacrifice.