Ink drips from my eyes like rain from the sky
As I spill my emotions on this old parchment...
I remember
like it was yesterday...
On my way to
the sad suburbs, where...
I have given up so much time.
removing pieces of me...
Cry,
release me to the wind...
Our paths cross again when we meet in the town
From the thousands of people that are all around...
You know what I miss?
The silence isn't the same...
It does appear to me that souls' deceased;
Whom died by cancer's deadly spread of mole...
I see my Fathers face these days
As into the mirror I stand and gaze...
Your words seem like carbon oxide,
The poison that got me all the time...
in your welling eyes
a torrent of agony...
After tearing my face heartlessly,
exposing me naked under the sun...