Torment

The oases of silence alternate wherever they are not

Suppressed by the voices of despair and frustration, they try to take possession of the other's speech and language

But isn't that the way my dear friend life is supposed to be ?

Wasn't it you who owned your pride and fame and now you boast about your new game?

In your eyes there is no happiness in your deeds and gestures, sadness and anger are awakened

Is that what you call the word Love?

Is that what you call the word magic?

Is it a delusion?

Love makes you do a good gesture and last it cant be separated from the One !

Love makes sense of life a journey fuller

Why does your soul suffer during the day and at night you are sending tortured dreams ?

You torment my eyes in a sleep a night or two without a deep rest and you claim it's the whole rest

Why does only me sees the truth while the rest are asleep?

Where can I find one soul who sees it all ?

The crowd is blind or blindly stupid and evil rules those who, in order to imagine human empathy, are afraid to mistake it for evil when evil plays with the soul of a good man every day!

There is no revenge. There is no anger

For the sake of the soul, She discovers dimensions incomprehensible to the average person, when the soul cries, She suffers with the whole body and mind but does not cry, she patiently serves as if she experienced too little for the sins of others

There is such a flower, she is called torment, it feels everything, hears everything She knows not to hide the truth, she does not hide the scream of tears, but she knows that there is no help that nobody will come to save her and another that she must endure human anger by herself in tremendous ways such a believer !

Better days will come better days will come but pain and suffering Out of breath Without fun it affects her health on her life on her present and future

People around without feelings cause suffering but happiness And the smell of joy do not know

They only kill each other secretly and outside they play and sing about loss, pain, sadness, but what did they do for their own and neighbor's joy? Neither of them asks that, my dear colleague!

For the show, they offer the wicked face of falsehood And help the blind crowd chase until one chaos hurts into the abyss of despair, but no one can stop him or her, why should such a life be supposed to hold us?

Only the wise will not be created without problems and the hardships of solving themselves, but the suffering will remain in hiding and in persistency.