Friday, May 23, 2008
looming clouds of saddest tears
sounds of despair and the deafening silence
heart's so sick and felt like dying
it's hot out there but felt so cold
here's a man of so much sickness
afflicted by the uncontrolled sins
he turns his palms up and seem to be praying
but in fact it's just a stance of loss
a deep silence, a deep darkness
the soul's filled so much of blight
when hope's destroyed
destroyed by the blighted soul itself
as he lays and zonk out there
pulses of past went pounding through
the wooden stare of bloodshot eyes
into voidness, into.. nothingness
rain falls down hard
and tears flow without a sign
