The night is quiet and everyone seems to scurry to return to their comfort zone.
Cars and bikes zoomed by,
Street lights flickering at the end of the road.
Clueless souls walking on the same old trail.
The true identity is hidden beneath several masks;
Everyone is chasing time to complete their tasks.
That they are not ready to unmask.


Life played a twisted game
As she walked down the trail
Gambled her life away to the Mighty Reaper.
Without having any knowledge about her fate being sealed.
The free-spirited soul skipped merrily.
Nothing is free in this world
Everything comes with it's own price.
And she had to pay the price by being a prey to...