Milan Baro (87*12*5)

My wound tears dropp onto new suns
As cosmos in the veins of life goes blind
My mind has to speak now
As my tongue is out of life

So, open new ways to greet obsolete denials
Like the light hails, takes us to it's deepest

Scars bleeding out loudly
Each pulse fails to evade their endless labor
And the core of the pain reflects my celestial

Life being hunted living with disoriented illusions
Soul gone further forth with strings got loosen
Some place of time whose act brings nonsense pain
Someone had to reach out and seize the soring agony