Ruthless hour glass of time sand – Ticking of the seconds plays hide n seek around the tips of my ten fingers –
Wandering thoughts that if only passion could prolong this lingers – every story has a new chapter –
who is able to figure ?
Who has rights to state it’s nature ?
Why do I have to trigger?
Whatever , whenever , an armature !!
I hate humanity screwed the culture
I despised complicity formed structure
My pen spills poetry giving u a picture
My mind is stagnant in planet Jupiter
– SL – MF – u r dis respectable
u probably will win this battle capture
A price too hefty for my measures
I shall have mercy out of my features
Fear – I hv non ! Death – l right here wait