The platform on which I stood
Pulled a prank at my expense
Scaring me at the thought
Of removing me from myself
I am blinded by a cloth
But I can clearly see
That my time is numbered
I am just waiting
For the time when all will be over
For then I will finally be free
I am asked
For my final words
I told them nothing
For it is of no use
So many times I have tried
To clear my name
Yet here I am
Waiting
To be cleared away
All of this... Fading~
can you Love me or hate me... 10:56 PM
