Rap Out Of Me. Poem by Vishal Sharma

I used to think a hell about Eldorado, and Goldcost,
Ah! They were in my fairytales and my hero of imagination
My hands are trembling seeing you killed your pet dog,
A knife, with your wife, my wife, neighbour's...... NOT....!
You are possessed by a saint to make a heaven out of my mind,
And you dont know, I dont sleep at nights to prove fermats
Either watching Nolan's Memento or Inception, imaging stabbing you,
Writing eminem works telling mine, I waste my days,
Just my days are wasted and twisted in 18 days SAW took to shoot,
Please stand up, to put my mind on the oven of your lust....