I can hear your grave moaning. I can feel your chest aching. I can see your tears flowing and taste the bitterness surrounding. I hate to smell piteous flowers on top where you're lying.
The voices, the faces and the blurred colors you've seen lately-can you see them now clearly? Do you feel betrayed or just ashamed? or mad to those people who must not be named?
Well done, you can't breath- now you will see what's underneath... Not those brown black earth or green blue grass.Not that engraved date of birth or your personalized mass.
Dead on arrival- that's what they said. Have your minutes witnessed the tears they have shed? What did death offer you to face that journey alone - when you pulled THAT trigger after dawn.
Again, what did death offer you? GELO I do have clue, Peace? tranquility? Termination of your battered spirituality... From the bottom of my soul I feel for you & I hope you made the nation hear your cue...
