Locust/Fermeture

The birds fleeing
The wind screehing
The beat of the chest, expending
The sound of the air
The toxic bloom
The flowers screaming
It's here, the who?

The corrupted
The past carries their burden
In the last drop of tear in certain
The memories unfocused
The nobodies that get to know us
Who the gods put below us
It's the locusts

Their backfolding bites
Deep ends of my pedals
On their way to my medal
I wish I could have said all
The time is short
Holt to the Gods
All to the Odds
More to the Masters
Sore Disasters
The matters shatered
My mind, the scattered
The endless laughter
The poor, the after
The broken scabbard
This walking haggard
I'll be nothing a fallen ladder

My injured mind is speaking
The flowers started screaming
The creatures speaking
Reeking from my seeds
The words of the deeds
What ever they need
What is to need to heal
The wounds of steel
Pulling me down but still

Tried catching a bird
Couldn't catch a breath first
The thirst
The anger
A curse
Do i immerse
Or make it in reverse
The ladder has fallen
So let me lay in this cofin

My time has come
To fly away

Please my love
I have to go



Credits
Writer(s): Balog Zsombor
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