Entangled in the ever-embracing shackles of temptestuous life ;his heart cribs to break-free

Still trying to get rid of the captivating effects of so-called love which it might never achieve

Seems like a distant uncouth possibility which the not known Mr. Nobody is trying to deceive

And then the poorest of his hearts' imagine ;thinking all over again about her charms

Does she remember nothing ;even the evenings they spent together in each other arms

She sold love for a better bargain and the same he bartered for agony and pain

Puzzled like crosswords and confused like riddles is what his heart is;crying in disdain

Wonders his heart that if could actually seek a wish, what would it actually ask

Would it ask for her heart bleeding too which he wants to visualize hidden in a mask

Why is he still desperate to prove to her that he is good and his heart still feeble

When he knows to the fullest of truths that the good has parted and his heart is now evil