You came so fast,
With promises that your love is ever last.
Then you framed me in an empty glass,
Filling it up with your lust.
Your words that are third-class,
Specially abled to walk me on a sword grass.
That moment you knew I had a forward pass,
My route were blocked, I could not bypass.
At the door I saw your laughing jackass in a mask,
Holding a poising gas.