Focus tomorrow's horizon

Sorrow means no future

Cover my face

With my guilty hands



It's the season the tress die

The birds don't sing anymore

The rivers never come back

Nature dies out



This tragic figure

Destined to hurt never heal

What end can save me

What good gives me an end



Nothing is innocent

Nothing is fair

I keep wondering

How did I end up like this



First passion

Now is lost

A dramatic dead story

I killed all I have



My sadness is

Translated into madness

I spell meaningless words

A poem for sorrow and death