Why cant the night cry,
when ocean creeks.
Why not call God an artiste,
when he is so creative.
With nothing more than foolishness,
we stare from a rare window.
Taste the pain by instincts,
And hear the sound below.
Why cant nature weep,
when it smells omission.
An attribute of human, a big sign of confusion.
besser being a bird?
Fly up the sky,
than being a mammal, filled with no order and diffarreation.
We need rain no more,
when our eyes Are filled with flood.
To conquer all holds,
A pain thicker than blood.
We started in Light,
heading towards the dark.
We tearing Apart,
This is An eclipse of the Heart. ☑