Slowly came a waving hand,
to support my wide grin.
Without this angelic corpus,
The people felt nothin'.
No heart-No emotions to see,
it seemed like a graveyard.
With coffins of bitches and bats,
It was surely built hard.
That friend of mine left me,
In this cruel world to die.
My heart can't just keep pace,
that in here no one is my.
©varsharai
V