Day after day I’m freezing without thee
The words of love aren’t heard in endless longing
The sunset’s grey the sky’s deformed for me
The sun’s ray doesn’t touch the roof with morning.
I guess I think a lot what would I say
If you be here and I would kiss your fingers
The flowers fall at feet, admirers have to pray,
But barriers are done with your despising chillness.
The mounts and the lie are parting us
The forests hide blue sky from our vision
There is the place for two, but we will pass
It by, we were not there with mission.
You’re boring and you have to play in love
I cannot play this cruel game I’m forceless
The blood stops in my veins I’m just a half
And if it would be wine it freeze. All’s thoughtless.
I feel the pain my soul still flies ahead
You’re far from me I seize my wrath and passion
I run I won’t escape I’m glad
I love I wait that you’ll dispel depression.
There are a lot of not good things
here and, of course, I won’t be crying,
But pain grips heart of mine it seizes
When you’re so strange when you’re decrying.
I cry when I am forceless, say,
When someone just dictates my being
And future slams the door, no way,
This is not fate not luck, I’m meaning
Don’t make me beg don’t make me choose
to freeze for death or burn in fire
to die with honour or to lose
it, to kill saint and to admire
by tyrants to compare the lust
with love, to friend the foe in action,
Oh, beast with ten heads, oh, disgust,
Hell gates will open, their faction
calls these illusive evil gods
to do blind justice just for nothing
creating fools who have no thoughts
to be so impudent in dicing.
So many things these make me sad,
But they won’t drop my tears I know it
My reason won’t forgive I’m mad,
Oh, generosity, die for it!
My soul has mercy for all men
There are a lot of things for schism
This world is full of thoughts, again,
But all’s material. Oh, reason!
"good nights" for me are restless,
for i am fully awake at nights.
mornings makes my day useless
for my clock says it dawn or darkness.
venturing darkness for amusements,
suck blood that flows in veins is less,
conceive relationship with forceless,
my complete day is what it makes.
I am tattered in misery
Dirty; unkept but harmless
Though drained mentally
Begging but forceless
untattered thou in hummer
Oiled and scenty but Abacharical
Though unscrupulously richer
Neocolonizing thy own clan
Starving the represented
Looting and exploiting them
High blood pressure thy means
But thou call me mad
If that is madness
Heaven make me king of madness
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