Grieving for the dead sunflower
Hunted by the blue eyes peaking beneath the water
The unbearable heaviness killing at sight and growing wild
When it appears, to awaken the heaps of lost charades, but one grunt, one blow, and the herds swarm around you
I close my eyes...I do everything I swore I wouldn't do
I, a swollen heart, on dead feet, bare soul, looming the edges of falling memories
Watching those who grew old, they shrunk, shaking in fear and forgotten
The sharpened blades of the fading anchor waving against the futility of remembrance
Wretched are the images that offend the peace of being swallowed into your mind
Unheard are the voices of the desperate who sang the unflattering song of silence
To the vigorous eyes watching, I must confess That I have sinned
A sinner, for the absolute punishment waiting, for the final judgement awaiting, Impatient
