we're bound by broken fetters.
Unwritten like written letters
The clouds are in doubts; even the sun is uncertain to shine.
We've looked for the rain; but all we see is pinky stains, on the floors.
We waited for doors to open through the seas.
but were trapped In mystic horrors
Parading through the circumference of our mind.
Shattered in grief.
It's like swimming the icy parts of the oceans.
and burning in the embers of the sun.
There's a storm of tears.
It's like a tempest, a roaring thunder inside a tea cup.
Every time the times takes a tick, it's like calculating the speed of our sorrows.
Our lives is a ticking bomb.
Strapped into our lungs.
Waiting for the whistling of death to sound like trumpet
giving in to the urges of unpleasant orgies.
Shattered in grief.
It's like the growing bud of flowers
Trampled;
It's like an anchored rupture.
And our souls have become stowaways
Looking for the recipe of painlessness.
It smells like thorn roses, the wind had become a gentle companion.
the sands at on the river bank of sorrow.
answer testify to the vanity living in the greedy heart of men.
Shattered in grief.
