Little boy and war

In red fields of mourning graves
Explosive cosmic lights
Colours of blood and ignorance
Whisttle sounds of last battle


Control in mind ----control in flesh------
Killing in melancholic slow---shots---
Regreting of wrong decisions
Leading ropes are burning at skies


Extreme techniques of prison torture
In dark room in silent violence
Castrated fragments of your life
Black helmet is still on your head




You cannot give up ---just for the pain
Blinded---binded---on the cross ---floor
Voices are fading into open wounds
Empty noise is swallowing your will



At morning execution ---you will be free---
Last moments ---last words-----
Darknes is covering your tears
On red field of mourning graves