Angry Eyes

The word of mind is lost & the sweat on my tongue has dried, my wounds need blood, Now blood in my eyes.My anger is now turned violent red, now red is the sky.The sea still seems to be blue & that's what i will never buy..

& imagine the rainbow besides moon in the night.

Bucket full of roses, no pockets on his pants.
Fingers pointing forehead, was neither bothered by hands.
A thought, to the matter of fact.look into my eyes,an act you see . what a master piece,
My mom once spoke about witches, are you something like this.

He stood by the door for someone to knock. 
The door, his thought, that frame on the block. The clock on the wall, the tock of the ten. 
His foot on the ball, but no place to send. But, soon the blend of the wait will tenderly shame.
For he knows, some doors are made to open & not to blame.

hammm, seems like this night has been too long since the day I went wrong. Left with no choice but to peep through this opaque story of mistakes. I have been building bonds with livings & weak with few of those, how shall I explain you that I am too young to loose my sight, I still see my do. let me inside your confidence, call me with my name. I know the chance has become lazy, let him take the blame.