giovedì 6 agosto 2015

The Heaven Cry

"Murder, murder has been killed!"
Cry, the heaven is crying.
(blood tears on my face, fall fall)
He knows how much lies hidden behind the gray and sad clouds.
And maybe you heal, looking up.
You will fall down and will search a hand,
that pours blood and will be wet from the rain.
A summer storm without a rainbow.
"Murder, l have killed her, l have killed!"
The heaven is crying again because you have poured rain on him, and disappears.
(my sorrow go away when the water wash my face to bloody rain)
Watching the rain fall on the sea
Heat the cold and empty.
Dead eyes: the change in the horizon.
You are a statue of iron and blood.
He is black smoke into the sky.
The paradise has become dark, like a summer storm.
Where is the serenity in a alone depression?! Jump in the rain. Dance in the rain covered in blood.