Flow Poem by Charcoal Bullet

Your rules, last year's blood on my veins
Let us begin a game,
All, that was to us - a long ago it is
erased from the face of ipod
Lacerated sounds, phonemes without vital sparks
Here alongside war -
Between reason, heart, soul and flashbacks
Fires flame, bullets fall
Lonely feelings have fallen asleep,
Dusty stars have reconciled
All of us are ready, let us begin a game
Which protagonists are not in, there are not
superfluous and irretrievable
All is silent, quiet, I order whisper
Have begun
And all on it, s places. nobody in anything is guilty now
All our ideas – as blind hand waterfalls of life
blind hand waterfalls of life...
And someone will be in an ear, and someone
straight right in a heart
And someone silent, hardly heard, by sky
Waving wings to earth, where all differently,
Where time is... time for everything...
washes off us the flow of time
water is all more shallow and
more shallow, but will fall in an
ocean where all makes sense
Where all is relentless and correct