Years And Days
Days past as years go by, getting gray
Hair as I sleep at night. Not thinkin about
Everything that pleases me. I’m growing
Older everyday I sleep getting gray hair
And my old pale wrinkley skin. I have
Nothin else to make of mself. My kids
Have grown and gone away as these
Years and days past by. But then quickley
I hear an knock it’s my mother at my door.
I wake up with a brief sweat and noticed it
Was just another day an ordinarlly day and the same year of 2004
It’s a shame that the world has to die
Like a growing flower in orbit.
The delicate petals like fingers of children
That will be no more.
Its a shame that the fallen skies
Will surround the rivers with dust
And cover the seas like a woolen blanket
Which has been torn in the middle
Like the heart of a lost soul.
The paper is blotted,
Crystal glasses is shattered,
The eye of a lion gauged in a gruesome war.
Doves become black as ashes,
The purity of this earth disappeared
As a crow in the dead of night.
People create the worlds nature,
Now people are destroying the nature
That creatures created.