Slain

Sometimes I cry, as the whole world engulfs into flames remorseful eyes can't cry so they glance enviously Sometimes I cry, when a shooting star births a raging comet that spilled this vodka all over my remains Sometimes I can't cry, When the world turns it's back on the suffering that so many had endured turning their souls to dust Now you can cry, As your mother's ashes is poured in the sea of strife to be consumed by the forces of despair