Unreal image.

It was a thing to her,
But too late to run after.
We went down to the dark street,
Like driving without wearing a seat belt.

Unreal image.

Though we had known our problem.
Now we are not closed,
Because it was not my real gift.
Did I make a wrong turn for her?

Unreal image.

I didn’t know that she’s my killer.
Something is not sit well within me.
Shall I feel punishment for this?
Hence I saw her footsteps.

Unreal image.

That was the thing feared by many,
To be waited for by a bad woman.
Nothing will count against that,
mercy in knowing everything about me.