Missing Pages

You hear the echoes of my poem
Waiting for answers on the infected air
Wishes for sleeping only sorrows
This is the end but your hell's just began

The time you laugh my time for crying
Belong to nowhere, thoughts trapped in mind
Feel so afraid of something different
Marionet people with spins in their heads

Don't make me cry in these dusty ages
The book of life has missing pages

Thinking of times the dawn of winter
No life in sight where right turns to wrong
The flag of hate in solid faces
A secret falls death tone incomes

Every lie you have ever said
One thousand eyes full of hate