It has clouded over, my heart like a heavy cloudTroubled like the sea wave crashing against the rock.
It seems as if its hands have stopped, it dares not reactA painful sigh made the sky weep...
The tears mixed with the rain flow and dig the earthThey try to hide themselves from the magic eye of the world.
Huddled on the rock, gazing at the wet sandIt carved the clock with broken hands, the year and the date....
In vain the mind endlessly winds the hands of the heartTears continue to drip into the wild wave !!!!!.
THE WICKED SOUL
With a brush I kept trying to whiten the darknessThe day grew dark, it became blacker than the night !You continue to live beneath your deceitful shadowAnd the earth groans when you step upon itWith a wicked soul, a rose full of thorns
With bloodied hands you bring rivers of tears…
An ironic smile accompanies your stepsThe poisoned atmosphere treads upon your footprints,And the sun, bloodied by your thornsAccompanies its breathing with a deep sigh.
The ship of life carries plenty of parasites...I do not understand why it brings them to the shore?!If only I could be “God” for a few momentsI would drown all the parasites in the sea !!
