Scream lost in dry, salty lake

Crystals of sult glitter

The sand is moist and hot

Like human sight calling for help

Before their boats got on the dry place



Dying vicinity and country

Where human's life lost the sense long time ago



Last scream

If there were any trees

Maybe it'd knock off and return to an old-man mouth

Who's leaving

Perhaps dying just like the lake

Imprints of dead fish in salt you walk on

Surely it burnts with the blood of cracked soles



The scream left lost long time ago

With the last drop

Salty like a tear