I began to see frost in flames
From frames and portraits of fame..
And the earth began to quake
Opening mouth to have a cake..
Voices scream; oh what an end… !
From the sky feathers shred
Heavens seems to open mouth
All I laboured for then fell out.
Collapsing with the dreams I had,
Then I realized I was bad
Living comfortable in vanity
And narcissm of reality..