Give me a tear sea
and so see the pain you're going;
Loose empty words
they lose value in the rhymes
just tell lies
and thus the desired reach Eden.
I like your stars fall
under the dark curtain of night,
not able to achieve the wise concept
what makes us lament
only that it is sane
when I can not see you in silence.
As I do not see
the tears of my little conscience
fallen into the hands of my complaining,
eating away the old memories of yesterday;
tell me my dark agony
tell me how I do not see.
I hear the rustling silence
in the warm whisper
it numbs my senses.
I hear the rustling silence
in the throb tormentor
of a he