Sickness Infiltrating to Divine

The light bundles infiltrating from my wounds
 Is the last hope breathing in this room
 My hope is crushing under the overlapping memories
 I've been waiting like many years between every breath
 I am stumbling between my thoughts
 The sound of the rain traps me to the dungeon of my thoughts.
 The smell after that rising from the soil, reminds to me my losses
 A unforgettable moment hiding in the depths, from every each one
 A piece that is released with every drop,
 Takes me as a prisoner while filling my lungs
 Irreversible time
 Fear of approaching to death
 Time to blood harvest now
 My soul is like a mighty tree slowly falling down to the soil
 Alon one... followed the death of all the trees around him
 In the last period of life
 Grief and deep sadness in every cell of his roots
 He resist like a monument to gravitational o soil
 Whereas many body without soul stepping around me
 Everybody in the life cycle
 Their laughter, simple concerns, passion for survival
 I'm so jealous. living like them like it won't be tomorrow
 A little more time to not forget my memories
 I forgot the speed of time, I forgot the my age
 I forgetting my past; but not the truth of the remaining time