Tears'

Something is hampering my mind,

Someone is trampling my thoughts,

Right now I'm in a trance, my eyeballs are twiddling behind my lashes.

Some hard acerbic fluid flows over my face and enters my taste buds.

Sky was filled with some ulterior clouds and I never knew that was my ultimatum.

I never mind them, of course I don't want to;

I neither love nor hate those pallid tears of clouds, but they had incredible care on me and sometimes it was my tranquilizer.

Nothing comes in random, neither the tears and no one can control anyone's tears, not even the allmighty can.

The skyscraper guardians were shaved off by the wicked hands of dual legged beasts and made them naked, their veins were cutoff.

       Until they wailed utterly no one was beware of the impact created by those whooping tears which washed over our egotism.

I was in the god's own valley, but nothing shielded me, all my priorities lead me to step behind the Earth and to tug into it. 

Right now this tasteless liquid trickles over my skin. I can't bear this frozen clay all over my skeleton. I was never aware of this cold blooded tears of clouds, they appear as a group of gnats to me.

The wandering wind distills every cries to my ears. Someone is yelling in the air... the utters from dead homes under the mud.

Opposite to the landslided hill, there was a Massive bund and an extreme stone mine, with its monstrous mouth opened. When the monsters raped our greeneries the tears of our Guards burried us with the flesh we left behind. I'm only one of their underdogs, maybe the last representative of my race itself.There is no more proof left behind against the murderer,hence the murderer itself hold the truth, nothing in the universe can cease it.

And now I realise all that hampered and trampled me was the same, it was the blood from my mother's womb.

she vacated us to show the agonious vein of a raped mother by her own children. We were just a valet but crossed the limit.finally those brutal  tears vanished our valediction itself.

 Now I'm stepping into this unawakening trance... I don't know whether the traces of our race would be discovered or not.

Those wincefull drops should be recruited as the austere tears.