I saw my life on street
Harnessed with love, care and joy,
She drove right into me and I felt no regret.
That is when I realised 
that hurt 
was exemplary and pain is forever gaining.
And I heard and saw vast and partly blare,
Hand in hand she took me to nowhere and left me there,
There is no way she could find me cause I am lost in me.
My heart slipped from the edge of the cliff,
A question of yes or no, all I knew was that I am for sure- It is you the reaper of my life,
And all this is a fault of the game of blame.
Hawkers in the street shouted and bid on my soul,
My eyes are dry like the driest desert and my hope is tied to a rope gripped to an inch over the hell.
O good lord! Please take me back home..
I can feel my empty soul waiting for her in the mid-storm,
Where my heartburn is all I can feel, 
Hone the weapons to go scour. 

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