Haunted

Alone sits the poor man
Alone sits the poor women
Alone they turn to sand
All alone back to under ground

Who am I to rule the world?
Yet, I know lots around
But passion is the word
I throw under ground

Alone the ant holds the food
Alone the ant digs for mercy
And the dome is stood
On the gates of tragedy

Who am I to love you not?
Who am I to seek my way?
The majesty is on the chair
The queen has nothing to say

The crowd is walking in lanes
And their souls are gathering around
The evil is throwing his pain
And God is watching the dawn

Go away dimness! Go away!
Who are you to pass my day?
Why shall I fear you?
Why shall I only pay?

Your secret doesn’t scare me
And your lie is my sin
Your sky is my sea
And when you die is when I win

Haunted by the evil’s poison
Up taken from the fire of hell
You devils shall die till then
And I would be the one to ring your bell

Frustration and trembles
Seek a forsaken ghost
Shall it be a lie of tender?
Shall it be just a ghost?

Hide before haunted you would be
Those breezes are unlucky
Hide from desires of gravity
And from thou shall breathe

Come to my opened arms
To hide you from the glassy rain
Run to the way of calm
And trust no other shame

Seek my way, although not saint
Although not angel from heaven
Although my art of pain
Is somewhere under the crashed plane

Take my eternity hand
To the place mortals can’t reach
Take me to where I understand
That he could me only teach

A poem is what I write
And it could not be understood
Though, I cannot even know
Each word on that paper stood

To die is soon my way
Maybe now, maybe another day
But I’ll scream that poem
To be in a haunted soul’s play

Shall I ever know my soul?
Shall I kiss her goodbye?
The time she’ll leave and go
Is the time I’ll kiss you and die…