I look behind, just to find him walk away,
A hapless lunatic demon incarcerate my soul hard.
Choking me with felony as ever to worry.
That oozing bruise tease my feeling wild.
Fame is never an yellow leaf to vanish with the Fall,
Cried he, to brave my hideous pride.
Here I am with your memories with a lull,
To be freaky, with the chariot ride.
These footsteps, never to last in this seashore,
That little mind to pain a lot but I am helpless.
My regrets, never make a sense or any favour,
If only those waves verbalize my anguish to the horizon!
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