Ruthless Heart

Ruthless heart running around the street with desires pulling strings in dark corners of night, corrupting the people that they meet and causing commotion in the street. The wet grass is filtering a strange feeling in the atmosphere and my heart began to fear. It was just yesterday you came this way but you didn’t bother to come and see me because your thoughts were nowhere near me and the village of mongrel dogs roaming the street tearing up garbage looking for something to eat and they gather in the middle of the road and chase your car through the town while you were moving around. Oh spirit of the soul awake over yonder and make my body whole, I am trapped into this dilapidated place with garbage piled up all over the place, come and help me purge the land With the gentle touch of your hand. The moment is slowly fading away and the silent howling of the wind has a special message embedded within, catch it before it leaves for the mysteries of life is buried in the breeze. Rest your hands in the center of my soul and listen to my heart and feel the heat, the morning fog sedate the air, leaving a stagnant smell everywhere, the people are running up and down the street with urgency in their feet and troubles on top of their head, they are running to bury the dead. Ruthless hearts converge in the street with matters of the heart that runs deep, stretching from the city center to rural towns; everyone has a story to tell of how they escape from the living hell.