tantared

Sorrowful was the body of the lonely man, he was so blank, so unable and feeble. The moon, who saw him for hours, was shining thus strong that the body looks like December's first snow; It was, in fact, he was chilly and the mist too; The Bing Ben performed for him, while the hangman raised his body and the elderly widows cried for his soul. "Pray for him", said the priest. I prayed for that man, who was lonely, and my heart couldn't believe it. He was my father, who was kind and stern, and evil too. Something started, was the rain which baptized his body, and something finished, was my fear to see him again.

A November's midnight I remember the rain and bad-time, your eyes were so dark and the glass you broke was high Jesus knew how to love you, so do I, you left my car on monday, let your hair flying in the heavy wind while i was screaming your name so hard,  the world stopped and you cried. Free my mind, my dark soul can you see the sun now? let  my heart beat for you you did, but yours was slow. Show me now your goal, put me in your best dirty dream, and leave me going down.