Poezja

The place where the world disappears,
The place even death fears
As you step in the triangle of terror,
The sky melts as life claims it bearer
The grass grows down, the sun shines brown,
Smoke burns fire, as you wish you could see
higher
The water is dry, the sand is wet
The boat flies like a jet
And as the birds breathe empty skies
The wind blows with silent cries
You sit and wonder where you are
But the truth in reality is not very far
Stones skipped over stones
Bones broken on bones
The darkness of the light
It blinds your hands, its far too bright
Lost we all are
If only we saw a star