A tantrum whistling through the air of news that spreads like fire…

An inhibition and some drastic changes made to fulfil the desires…..

A simple thought of life becomes so dull to think…

So many goals my dark passenger has to clinch….

The minds of people change as they change places…

Some feel safe while some feel restless..

Everyday my eyes spot a new evil person…

I kill them all…But still what remains undone?

Cuts are on my heart which I am trying to stich…

So many goals my dark passenger has to clinch….

Death of so many persons on my hand…

I remember every face…every sight of them…

But from where I stand…

I feel no remorse…I feel these people are like castle of sands....

But before dying …they have had me wounded…

As a result I have become grounded..

The cuts are causing me to bleed inch by inch…

But my dark passenger has so many goals to clinch…

An event to see…a moment to die…

A time to fly…a time to cry…

Just now or hereafter…a dark truth always comes to light…..

Love always wins…darkness goes away from sight…..

The friends come to rescue; a wounded heart bleeds…..

The person tries to feel something…but he then just quits…

My heart has stopped….It doesn’t pump the blood now…

The new home is hell but I still manage to say wow…..

Evil loses very battle and good always wins…

You and I will never know how many goals my dark passenger had to clinch..

How many goals my dark passenger had to clinch...