Is this what they term as life
a treacherous path , full of strife .
Pushed to the shove , i know not what to do
Guess my nemesis is what i should pursue .
Time and again you have snatched away my dream
her countenance that always made my eyes gleam .
There is a limit to a person's suffering is what they say
if its true then why do you twist me beyond limits as if i am just a toy made of clay ?
distraught thoughts , disturbing memories ; what else is to follow ?
a dead man walking , i am already rendered completely hollow ...
