I cry hopelessly
as this year's secret...
Patiently waiting for death
to tie the knot with me...
Tracing my fingers along my troubled face,
my eyes remain fixed on the weeping reflection...
"Why cry?" you said,
how about waking up...
All my life I have loved this land
But it is a land in an endless rage...
Desire is that sense of need warped by longing
a frenzied feeding zone for predators...
All the week petitioners importune
with these people's problems my life is strewn...
Lost in a cloud of smoke, so thick there's no...
It"s cold outside. I smile for you.
I'm in Pain, I smile for you...
Is there something you hold sacred, my dear?
An emotion perhaps, or some kind of fear, my dear...
I want the world to consist less
of headaches, of less collars that suffocate...
Love
Is it really real...