Love with wrong person breaks a man,
His heart pain,
Unbearable;No one can explain.

He wants to forget it,
But he doesn't,
Broken heart has no courage for it.

His blind love binned him in a rattrap,
He knows stuck like rat in rattrap,
But he wants to spend his life in rattrap,
Because,
He truly lovely with wrong person.

Outstretched over tightly woven grids of
interlaced cityscapes,
storm clouds purge their bodies.
Rolling thunder claps, snapping like a rattrap
executioner.
Lightning strikes,
it
follows
along to:
Fibonacci's beat
one and one is two and one is
three and two is five
and three is
eight. Eight
legs,
like the ****** who spun
these threads of buildings with a widows
design. All the while wearing her
        red sign
             of
        warning,
this city will ensnare you, and bleed
you dry.