When life is like a mould of clay,

And all your joys are taken away,

You are left with nothing to say,

And wait for your end day by day....

Each and every moment's filled with gloom,

Also it is certain that you will doom,

Nothing matters day, night or noon,

You take every trouble to get back soon.

But no my dear it's all false,

All the fake listening;and all the fake calls,

No matter as much as you haul,

Realizingthe everyday value of your fall....

Looking down through a long wound list,

How you were scolded and how you were dismissed,

Once in a blue moon had someone kissed,

Ha! That was a backstab and a loud hiss.

When all your dirty wounds open up wide,

All the fake promises jump by your side,

Your precious breath starts to flicker,

Darkness and evil towards you nibbles.

You express your last desire,

You want to have a handful of fire,

To retaliate from every liar,

And every cheater who once said you sire.