UNRULY LUST OF EXCESSIVE LIVING by Jamiu Ahmed

UNRULY LUST OF EXCESSIVE LIVING

Sitting on the lodge couch:

With the day burning its way to past,

The fear of preceding death has bought life —

Another premeditated wine of blunder.

The feeling of dead conscience with eyes wide open,

Will Never forget, how a Cyprian was being paid with a pull.

The hope of buying the world another day,

With the feeling of living fully alive by may.

Has refrained me from dropping the ball,

So I can live to witness and learn from the fall.

Behind Destiny street:

Lies the fate of the dead cocotte,

Flooded with blood of unruly lust of excessive living,

With her soul weeping for another sanctify choice.

The hope of buying the world another day,

With the feeling of living fully alive by may.

Has refrained me from dropping the ball,

So I can live to witness and learn from the fall.

How horrible things can go,

When she dropped endurance harmony,

To pull the strings of things that sting,

Warranted vanity to rape her life validity laid,

And deprived her nakedness, the love of earthy want.

The hope of buying the world another day,

With the feeling of living fully alive by may.

Has refrained me from dropping the ball,

So I can live to witness and learn from the fall.

The rush of reaching the star in a glance

Lured her to dance to the rhythm of slut

The lust of dancing in the rain of wealth

Made life to vitiate her glorious sheath