Epilogue

The game his in the end
The sun has already set
Just the red was left
In the sadder afternoon

My eyes divide in the sea.
My soul gulps and
I feel old and tired

Trying to hide in the gutter
Or somewhere else.
Unknown, dead and dark
My eyes and my soul bleed

Through the
Windows i see the rain
Pours killing the
Thirst of mournful flowers

The ship leaves the wharf.
Pictures are turning yellow
Erasing all the past.
A dying fetus

People who pass are automated
They walk for the
End without money
To smile at the futility
Of their material dreams