Stormseeker

Prostate breed, new summer breeze
Against all odds and all emptiness
A great fear rising, stampede!
Elapsed, without any witness

There are a lot of graves on this soil
How I hoped for a place to leave my aches
Just to rest, away from that turmoil
Hearing, from afar, those loud clashes

Arbitrary pain, monotone human laces
To the sword they are eternally bound
As pungent tears painted their faces
And warm blood painted ground

Seven falling leaves for the rage above
Into the sea of unsilent storms they dove
Whereupon I fulfilled my sudden lust
Everything turned into a gloomy dust

A raging wind blowing life away
Disappearing in the middle of the night
I lay my body among this grey
Losing the condition with no fright

Ever-opening flower for a kiss on my scars
Suddenly overcoming these gleams
Once more I will look to the stars
Seeking the storm of my dreams