IRIS

In the shadow of our precious memory, we watch as it flashes and fade away, as if it's ain't moments of yesterday... For people we once knew and  stick to their path like bird-flu, now it turns to a moment we try to remember without clue... Gone are the times we once shared, the beautiful moments really cared, but here we are as if we ain't there... Times flies, memories dies, we never know when it time to say goodbye, tears stick to the lid of our eye, as our young one parted shore of our precious life... I wish I could turn back time, spend it with loved ones, be in the old clime, porously howling like lake lime... Oh, we already tampered with our prime time, I mean moment we sucked dry our sweet lime... The shadow of death is at our shore, some don't even weep over unpaid debts, surely we all regret, we ought to have wept, till the destroyer of joy caught our last breath.. We give little attention to eternity, and left our home tattered and unkept. ...

Hasn't woe betide the man who couldn't control his desire, For in the end it breaks and makes him retire, How broken is he who drinks to stupor, beaten, smashed and make swallow his mucor... For one who couldn't take charge of his desire, is like a soldier in the battle field without an amour, how will he survive piecing spear of the adversary army... Women, money, wines, pride, power, status, only drives man crazy, he got busy, bossy, messy, and later get wrapped up in dirty... So he's half dead the one couldn't take control of his desire, he thinks with head and got it spilled with the tiny flesh between his legs... Maybe for the pleasure of 5min, 5seconds or probably for the reign of 1day in billions, or for the joy of minted paper, I mean something he couldn't control a seconds after... Desires are like shayateen, they runs through your blood and vessels with high speed, piercing your tissue, you let them out; you regret the whole issue... So ...

In those dark snooty days, my past hunt me like a shadow, wish I could shout and be heard, It's my voice that betray me like egg in it's shell... I tried to run but my legs can't carry me, I tried to forget but am too retentive, So am stuck where I ought not be found... For this is the hard part of me I try to kill, But my last bullet won't just shot it kill, Even if I make a thousand click... So long blood flows in my vein, The thought keeps running like a train, always wish I was never there, but history was made of the past... So, on those stones I stand alone, like an helpless sim without a phone...