A hazel wind is dreading past this bleak landscape
Whisperings are streaming through the air
If only I could follow your lost track
Now that I understand
A wailing purple is superimposing itself on all colours
Thoughts are heterodyned by lamentations of a dead
You who decided to have her soul take
Its lonely, ultimate breath
Every day is a constant choking
Every night is an unbearable panting for breath
An ignoramus who never walks the talk is sermonising
Some deaf followers are acclaiming his homily
All is said and nothing can be done
God does not love someone like you
Rain cleansing the burning wound of sorrow thoroughly
Peals of thunder drowning out the all occupying crying
A soul who decided to have her body take
Its lonely, ultimate breath
Every day is a constant fearing
Every night is a senseless naive praying that He does
Leave a Reply