Tarnish
Beautiful but sad melody.
The din light of a candle.
The seats are
full of inanimate pupils.
I sing along with a lying doll
on the red rug.
The world nothing resounds
is in the deep sea bottom.
Black insanity is baled
by a fluff.
Nobody can conceive
the wheels are out of gear,
There is nothing left.
You aren't reflected
in the mirror of deep your mind.
The sound of rain creeps.
A singing has become
a cradle song.
The cold gleam by a window
is mary keeps smiling.
You had gone to somewhere
before you drunk up the glass.
The world changing every moment
is a kind of numb.
Black insanity is baled
by a fluff.
Nobody can conceive
the wheels are out of gear,
There is nothing left.
You aren't reflected
in the mirror of deep your mind.
The passed lights are
unable to turn back.
Getting out of a cave.
An tragic ending is there.
The stranger's way was
cut off by the red palm.
You know it has been
fixed already.
Writer/s: SAYA
