That Man

That Man
In the corner of his eyes, clear water of the unstoppable
closed mouth, the face looked up
the mind simply resting on the hope seems empty
beautiful stalled at naughty spider nest
flinch in there

Then occasionally want to rebel
reject what does not agree
keep what is not in line
but the heart says unable to
even up to the mouth of the spell Lord of asthma
No there a desired answer

The man felt this life so naive
Useless of desire and goal
alienated from the fruits of love on his mind
Enough not able to smile to be the antidote to night
even if the scattered flowers are blooming
None of it made her inner peace

The man;
by tears still try fingering
an almost empty stabbed every night making love
dismissed the tempest in the extreme prostration and prayer
very noble indeed
the sweet honey taste bland no start

The man;
his face is still plain
Handsome with a seulas smile sweet which is always false
but on one side looks Haggard
rigid; as his tongue that started to get twisted
Although simply stated the word love
love that no longer ever be able to mean as happy
love that cut off half the craving of his soul
leave tart at the end of a heart weak
the beating increasingly blunt

The brides go either to where
He just knows where there are still
just might be the time too bear for not lying
both cultivate love
both also cut throat dagger Tempest
When;
their mother tongue give the word "not"
a short sentence which wiped out hope until the end
a short sentence that robbed him of a dream to dying

"love is the wind"
empty without color, without flesh
so the answer to his heart

Then it is left pereasaan it makes the Tomb in his life
left buried very in without being able to rise again

The man is still alive
but his soul is dead
dunno until when?
may the magic of the days to come and bring back the Rainbow

as the name suggests, the "Rainbow" that no longer rainbow