Some doubts last forever
Some go down in flames
Others wait for a savior
To paint feats over blames

Half of the sorrows lent
Some with **** absence
Flickering the unwanted immigrants
Still with indelible influence

Shadows bickering from sceneries
Yelling from the wounds of ignorance
For the desires to be a mercenary
With heavy ******* and finances

And those doubts, those memories
Those immigrants, those saviours
Sorrows of lent miseries
Snoring in my ventilated treasure..