Bleeding Clouds

When i last saw sky was bloody funerals were fog
It will be my soul lightening lost forest
If it was easy to start the finished.
I knocked to the missing shore like the waves did.
It was not to bring back the faded sky but was to watch its vanishing ; that's my desire.
The darkness i saw in your eyes offending me to the sky.
And the darkener was my conceit.
The stain to be was not enough and at the end blood of my soul flew and there was no
Beginning of an end it had to learn to bury the feelings in bloody funerals.
It had to learn to cover it with bloody clouds in last fullmoon.
It was the sky behind the vanishing clouds ; being reflected from your eyes