Sombre Guilt

Is it the blood and the glory, in the eternity of resemblance?
is it the faithless faith of the followers of rituals?

no its in the ruthless victory of the sombre reality....the never ending wide space thats created among the horoscope of stars of the consistent spacing of human minds.

nature....mother nature....isnt ready to face such victory of her children who dance on the corpse of her innumerable shattered promises...

in the shady mask of the heavens, dances the heavenly creatures with their hands tied to the shame of lust and sobriety...unable to distinguish their desires of freedom and vermin filth...they endure their painless cold hearts. They await the penetration of the silver thorn cutting their nerves to sooth the anxious blood to spill from their alive corpses...

Their sombre guilt is still reposed...the cold blood drenched soul is still sober....it is still awaiting the fire to reach within...the fire which will penetrate the lust....the fire of guilt that will enable the heavenly creatures to fill in their dried lungs with air...the air that will let their long dormant sharp cries to reach out to the limits of the constellation...