Metaphor of Fraud

Metaphor of fraud In the road of loneliness I remake my morning prayers Yellowed silence buries last memories Autumn and curtain above my book are broken Yearly rain writes an anonymous journal There are no words between metaphors of tears I bite darkness, fonts and white letter Due to the rust of time the promise digests In the corners of ignorance a broken violin hushes Char lips I begin the ballad of fraud A frozen key cannot reopen any door anymore The same you walk and smash, the same you wake up, the same you raise and fall, Lie and cry or be quiet, but kiss the mornings in the heart