Empty Bay

Drowsy as I see
How many lives that bleed
Minds now to dilate
And witness all of the hate

I can't feel everyone,
but blurry blood will run
I can hear their cry,
my desiring to die.
Once inspired and unafraid,
by sights of decorate decay.
Turned to an ounce of sighted crime,
my body can only grind.

Overwhelmed by all animosity,
motionless to any atrocity.
Another dripping blade,
through the spine, does it mean betray


Waking up to sights of more murder in two,
bottled up to pressure, solve I'll never do
Saturated streets will sly all the air,
snoring sounds so silent one couldn't care.
This no worries to us 'til the sun slumbers to tide,
and all the livid ignorance harvests to a world cried.
I can see their free joy to leap and evoke,
loved turned victims soon dismembered, dirt-soaked.

Once again I feel the hate,
all liars disguise and create.
Now afraid, I hide away,
to one empty bay.

Water to plants in the empty bay,
Crawling concussed from every diseased day.
Shopping through the garden holes,
stillborn seeds grow tales of broken souls.
Wait here through 80 more years,
re-birthed sprouts from 80 million tears.
Metamorphosis halted to the sun flares blind
pinch of violent stench brings seeds to shine.

I know of world hatred continues to embed,
from this saddened truth, rather dead instead.
Depression my only cope.
No longer do I hope.