Dire tears wane and wax
As they crush the concrete floors,
Washing away the color of hearts
Till the clouds arise near the shore

Rose petals dancing in the evenings,
As the grass whistles along
Underneath the façade of our greatest light,
The shadows illuminate among...

And when the sky falls into a deep sleep,
The knives sharpen themselves
Carving blood from the innocent trees...
That are now nothing but roofs and shelves...

The rain covers the oblique faces,
That reeks of nature and beyond...
Visiting graveyards everyday,
Till their spirits tell them "begone"

Digging like moles trying to find the treasure,
Yet the trenches is where they stay often
They won't see that their arms are folded,
In a little black coffin