Glittering sand in the
blooming autumn.
I curse the God for my
happiness.
Shallow prayers in boozy
steeple chase.
I clang the Temple in my
ego`s.
Twinkling thrust abandoned
windows.
In the hope of new dawn.
Spiders web in my clustered
memories.
Clashing with the melodies
of wandering crows.
Turning wheels in the bunch
of purple bingo's.
Tapping to the beats of
crimson tide.
Bending curves to my clumsy
back.
I carved the season to
Mongolian bow.
Tripling the money and
riding red dragon.
I was advanced for brutal
peace.
Rain of blood all apart the
barren jungle.
I dumped my soul to thorny
marshmallows.
Questions unanswered and
mysteries unrevealed.
It`s my curse I have to
depart.
All the spears shattering
my shield.
It`s my agony I am the last
Crusoe.
