Black Shadow

WILL YOU TAKE MY TEARS

I stood on the well of death,
The water was black reflecting my death,
I looked at my dark shadow for the last time,
My tears rippled on the dark waters greeting me,
Even the wind was pushing me into death muddle,
The birds never bothered to stop me.

No mankind to soothe or prevent my fatality,
I was left alone on this globe of millions.
I heard the death bells hoop on the blue skies,
the angel of death smiled at me of open arms,
I wanted to cry more and more if I had tears left,
With a death face, cheeks swollen and stare eyes,

I stay for someone to come and stop me.
I am a living corpse why fear about the death
Is there at least one to mourn my demise?

A question has been gnawing at my soul,
Why has fate played dirty with me?
The brick under my feet collapsed there was a loud splatter,
I can swim! Why should I swim? For what should I swim?
The water descrambled I was fed to the well.
I was in the air of despair lost in the clouds.

The sorrow epic of a poor little orphan had no place to go, nobody to care.