A stone cold flowing river,
a wandering lost dream,
an epitome of emptiness,
and the despair of yesterday
crawls toward shattered hearts
full of gory tears
and a tainted mass of an inner scream
travels down and down amongst the chilly breeze
and harshly grazes the lonely child
whose flower was ripped from agony
and fell down with an unheard clatter
as its silent screams drifted into the night,
drowned by nature,
gone and instantly forgotten
with the dust of destroyed sunlight
and the hope of tomorrow.
An unheard prayer of a distant cry,
and a broken chain of a buried lie,
the past is gone but remembered,
with the wounded scars of Prometheus the chained.
Tears are flowing and dry out the skin,
breaking it, shattering it,
turning it into lifeless marble,
closed off by a dangling cage
with the key thrown into a mass of lost debris.
The unforgettable coldness spreads to the Heavens
and is relentlessly drowned out
by archangels of the holy light
but the silent scream of the broken chain
silences the Heavens themselves deep as the emptiness,
more than any human sin ever could.