Hell

For hell is a human flower on a bridge

Her pale skin rings no comparison

To the human love above

Yet her body is a miracle...the genius of all dreams

She walks and she smiles

At the same time

Behold the human love

Carrying the human flower,

She stands tall all of a sudden...

And all of a sudden there is hell

All over the world

For how many years is hell on earth?

It is my greatest discovery

That hell has a face,

A face of revelries

A time and space;

Do memories lose their meaning

When the lady in red becomes blind?

I see a bell across the road

I see the world shattering before my eyes

I hear a gun raging in the wind

I hear the lives of wounded children

I feel my soul drop to the ground

And everything within me is useless

For I am the mannequin inside the corpse you bring

And I am the pale skin in the fog

I am highly sensitive to the energies of the world

And these lonely days are troublesome

And hell is nothing to brag about

For hell is a place of torment.

There is something in the sky that is loud

Alas to the burgeoning cloud!

Dead corpses rise

As people sympathize,

Let us wallow in hell once again.