Sudden Disappearance

Crawling to the depths of passions,

Worming their way from the surface,

Their hypocrisy never fails

To mark the ground with bullet holes.

Shooting the corpses hiding

At the safety of their coffins,

At the death of anonymity,

Just to be alive

When the lamentation sounds like

Shouts from devils

Your heaven fight back

With all its righteous judgment

It must feel so good

Being at the clouds

Too far from reach

Of broken babel towers

But why should we

For all your purity

Be torn away

From the light?

Perhaps we should just

Take our wings

Made out of human wax

And fly too close to the sun

Hoping the tale isn’t true

That I can escape

I can dream

Without falling to the ground