MISSING PAGES

You hear the echoes of my poem

Waiting for answers on the infected air

Wishes for sleeping only sorrows

This is the end but your hell's just began

The time you laugh my time for crying

Belong to nowhere, thoughts trapped in mind

Feel so afraid of something different

Marionet people with spins in their heads

Don't make me cry in these dusty ages

The book of life has missing pages

Thinking of times the dawn of winter

No life in sight where right turns to wrong

The flag of hate in solid faces

A secret falls death tone incomes

Every lie you have ever said

One thousand eyes full of hate