If we convene an army
Army of man's blunders
Failures and promises
They'd bow before you
Still blunders remain
Mention the promises
When vultures in the adversity
Digest ash
In their paleness they hit a wall
Still waiting
For they are watching
Flying round in circles
Crippling us
As they always do
Always spared
The dream came
And then
He wiped out all of the patience
The years gone passing by
I'd try not to let my body rule over me
But the more it takes
The less self-control I hold
The eyelids burn
Arms are shivering
The fist I hold fights to form
For I won't keep myself waiting
Tomorrow
Today
With smooth light of reflection
I'd throw myself into a storm
Yet the fingers still listen to my voice
The fear to flight
Slowly takes the turn
I shall never be born
Not once again
Through the eye
Through the nerve
The end is blue
And the end
Is white
When putting words together
I last
Pleased but uncertain
For I won't mention the promise
I won't recall the failure
Vultures are me