Irises

The Present

Tattooed scars on my irises, plunging into my inner fear
Blood had shed down with my tears; No one is going to hear
As history repeat itself, amongst family and my cursed self
On every day and every night, each time the clock strike twelve
As bad as it was, upon my witnesses on dying, to feel each horrid shivering
It carried me through, each and every day; I’ve been striving while living
As every day I’ve been crying, Even though many years pass by
As the pain comes in drilling, as it felt like bees’ buzzing their sting

It is the time of the hour, as I heard numbers of ticks
In the wall I locked myself in; I started to feel an awful pain
The screaming begins, it became immanent
As it rapidly prick in my irises, it clearly stays permanent
Whether it is black or white, Coloured or dull
It pulls a great deal of pain, Right up to my skull

Trying to fade away this pain of sight, through desserts storm
And through blazing midst, trying to clear the fog of the past
Not even a narrow escape, as it failed to subside
I am no other but an heir to the unknown, as it had made them collide
Haunting the life from the past, as well as the present
And forward it marches, through the years
It will never go away, though it had been foretold
By families of trained seers