The poor man came along, walking down the road, looking to the empty closed houses with his wide-closed eyes, to find nothing in front of him but me. I stood in his sight, looking to his immortal soul, expecting to find another halo without a glow or color, another tortured crying soul, but what I found is a dead presence a dead eyes.
Then I looked at him with wonder, asking him so many questions in my mind and waiting for no answer from that unwanted man.
His beard is colorless as you're looking through the glass, his hair is dead as my garden grass, his legs are just too thin for him to stand up, and he was abandoned, poorly can speak, but he showed me so many truths meant as lies and so many shadows linger in his mind, I felt petty, no that was not what I felt, I felt like I was left outside to throw rocks at the daemon door begging him to bound me to an endless shame, that will hide the truth when a dead dawn will come alive.
Leaving no option to wash everything away but to cry them away and to scratch my skin until it becomes red so I'll be all right cause I felt the pain and saw the blood running in my veins, forsaken the God's well forgetting every human's behavior, crying out for salvation, however it wasn't my endless pain that I seek to heal. But I will always be driven by the current of no living person without a tortured soul to carry it with him until his days come to an end so he can give it back to the death well, making it weight another burden. But it was whispering to me that it can't endure it anymore, no more candles to burn, no more poison to drink and no more souls to be taken by the pain or sink in the endless madness sea. It is enough for him, he have seen too much death and broken wings butterflies, colorless eyes. Endless stories foretold and broken hearts for him to get over them without searching his soul for unasked question seeking no answers. No not him, he won't be the scapegoat anymore no more miseries to hold before sleeping, no more tears for the morning to erase by the sun flow, so predictable life to be lived. So sleeping away and eternally carried away with the grassy stones riding the rock dragon with its black unclosing eyes. Put to rest with the rest of his healed wounds so he won't forget the outrageous fate that brought him to this life, not having any choice to be in another place to be happy and make his pain fade away, but it's always ends like this way with so much pain and all we remember is how we cried on ourselves when somebody died and now another body will cry to himself not for me as I die but for himself waiting for his day.
Causes Neo Nahhas Supports
Environment pollution " Stop "