IRONY

Like a monster at night, it will haunt you
When it will strike, you will never know
But this monster, you’ll never let go
It’s really insane and yet it’s true.

Like prohibited drugs, it will make you high
But when it’s gone, you will surely cry
Will make you stare on blank walls and sigh
And begin to ask yourself “why?”.

Why on earth are we dealing with it?
Why are we not spared from it?
Why take the risk and stop our heart beat?
Love is horrible yet we can’t resist.