Life Is the Walking Death

if i tell you that i love you; will you sing for me all national anthems of the black countries, of the white countries will you give the defined hope of the Indian religions if i tell you that i love you, will you sing for me the poem? 'we need love, we need to be loved' if i tell you that i love you; will you come to me in my dream? a dry to wet dream or a reminder to remind a dream that i'm black i live in dark, i fight for light this is my light, as it is your light for better future, for tomorrow's bright will you dream for me, or will you live my dream? if i tell you that i love you; will you kiss me from empty to dust my sweat with your red tongue, will you colour me reddish? or you will travel with my romantic kisses to the top with empty hands to wave the up smoothly touch from the sole to the head that you will wake up, walk up, run up against the rubbish, the boyish and girlish or the foolish. if i tell you that i love you; will you read for me the proverbs or will you lead me to the lives to live for them, to live for me, or to tire them if i tell you, will you bring them the dead living, the hatred, the never loved hearts from the holy books, will you show the realities? if i tell you that i love you; will you wear once again your mask? or you will give me the task to clean the skin scars with the water wells as the overnight standing against the falls where by its winds travel their dreams hanging their goals in their deep sleeps. if i tell you that i love you; will you listen to me till i visit no breath or you will give me the life without worth i remember your little laugh against the pure oath you're the loudly laughter; as lastly you laugh listening silently or noise arguing; enough is enough i better call the proof of life that, life is the walking death. if i tell you that i love you; will you employ me with my naked body or you will hang me latter in the red blood as you wished from me, from my emptiness i given my value to blind my dignity i think you will hire me, as well as fire me from out of my soft skin, to the well rough skin. if i tell you that i love you; will you be able to read my small words that from long time ago was printed at my skull nourished and mould well cleaned from school will you try to sense them, as they are bitter as poisons helpless to the minded kindly very hopeful, to those who give and take it is for better giving and for better taking. if i tell you that i love you; will you cry with me in the state houses or will you mourn with me in the dark black huts as grandsons and granddaughters are buried in the soil of whom they sit and relax with their tail. if i tell you that i love you; will you come again to ask for the chance a chance to care your reference from your background, bond with bond your mind to get confidence or you will visit your last sacrifice that determined your nationalist as you're the radical patriot in the dirty hands, with your innocent blood to clean their dust. if i tell you that i love you; will you pray for me, in this village or you will repent for them in the ridge as they communicate with phones but they die in their outcomes as they talk to their phones they wish harm to everybody in this world pray for me, i will say no more word. if i tell you that i love you; will you reveal your absence to present your pain or will you unearth to forgive again i bet you will live and leave the chain you're the one to distribute the ten one after one the lost to regain this is a little relax, a little fan i know you can, if i tell you that i love you. I LOVE YOU.