Dying Footsteps

She walks in white,
A face gaunt and pale,
Nine lives of a cat
Seems coming to an end.
The curse of the oblivion striking her
night and day.
Old age is bad indeed,
We wish for it young,
Curse it when we are old.
 
Impudency disgracing my heart,
Thoughts cheap sublimes,
Leaving me dumbfound,
Shocked He is looking at my so called heart
that wishes to see my own blood die.
Saving the doctor's prescription fee
in exchange for GAP clothes and sexual thrills!
 
Heinous our souls become
at calls of the paper jackets.
Greed devouring us up slowly
like cocaine,
day by day.
Morals forgotten,
Cries unheard,
Love broken,
Friendships hurt,
We desire to look at eyes of
Washington,Queen and Gandhi "only on paper"!
It will never make me reach spring of April,
The eyes actually belongs to the DEVIL !!!