Palm

Parallel lines
That flow in the space
And we aren't allowed
To know the existence of this
But they
Seem lost
Such as our faith
Life written on the palm
Of a scarred hand tortured by million of labors

Lines that seem they
They never meet they run in the sky
Where
The stars don't shine
Anymore
Strokes of a metallic hand
On the face they tear
Their skin again
A white veil grazes your body
Dirtying itself
With blood
Erasing all it's purity
Tears that wash your face
And when they crash on the ground
They burn in million pieces linked by invisible
Wires
A master control our soul
False hopes stitched on our skin
Like patches sewed for cover the pain
The pain that eat us alive from the inside

Parallel lines
That flow in the space
And we aren't allowed
To know the existence of this
But they seem lost again
Such as our faith
Life written
On the palm
Of a scarred hand tortured by million of labors