No longer swallowed by celestial blackness,
For strength to conquer death until dishonor!
They need protection from eternal sadness!
I know their dreams become completely somber.
Some people wander through confused frustrations,
An endless space without appreciation.
So many empty thoughts and tribulations!
This world becomes another fascination.
Nothing ever gonna change the mood!
A human being true or witnessing,
An everlasting life of solitude,
Forgetting everything about reliving.
Would see a thousand distant inner sadness,
That could create the most distinguished mood!
And while this lonely little screaming blackness,
Reveals another pleasant solitude.
But there is only something duty bound!
No thoughts or such an ancient fascination!
Or may I never ever feel profound!
Depending on a strange appreciation.
Behind the sleepless shades of tribulations,
Within an old collective memory.
Yet to wander through my own frustrations,
Eternal life without serenity.
Erased themselves completely witnessing!
They started making silence sound profound,
When too many questions stopped reliving!
But there was never ever duty bound.
This private life without appreciation,
The world revolves around my own frustrations.
I need another special fascination!
Another body scarred and tribulations.
A little something like an empty mood!
A million people screaming under blackness,
Standing on the brink of solitude,
Surrounded by an everlasting sadness.
Poetry