Bring the Wind...

 Maybe the words are truly counterintuitive...

Beyond the moment despair...

Day by day, dusk to dusk...

Whithered through the passions...

Seeping into the veins...

Mesmerized by the thought-seize...

Burning on the hang...

A totality of many blunders...

Settled under the skies...

Finding the only salvation, to macabre of disgust...

Largely the same...

The seven seas and the seven heads...

Tomorrow is, or it was...

What a sight, when everything is torn...

Maybe... it was and it is, but what it is, is not... or so it is...

Convictions that don't find solutions...

Only the mere rain...

Funny, how it all started... when the words were said...

Better late today, then never again...

Maybe again wasn't meant...

Eyes that open and the breath is felt... 

Bring the Wind... 

No one will know... 

Only coffins instead...