My life was not meant to be thrown into shackles of wrath
It's not something so demeaning for men to step on it
And grind it till it leaves no trail of ashes of shame
Yes,to err is human,I know that and so do you
But It never gave you the license to put me at gun point
Guilt is not a passer by my friend nor is it a phase
It's the fishing hook with no bait but only its pointy end
that gets stuck for eternity inside your cheek
Which drags you to hell where your yell gets
sucked up by vacuum and your pleas remain unheard
An empty downtrodden life of a young fool in love
Who kept loving him for she was drowned in his memories
Memories which made her tears into droplets of fire
A sojourn that had to end before it reached its destination
A dream which failed to be fulfiled for hope stood no chance
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