A RED WOUND PICTURE

I look up at the bounded sky

And imagine the linked pictures

And then rub them off

I carve the promises on my chest

Words go on endlessly

And eternity hides the end

The sky keeps looking at the present

I keep looking at the past

Rend the clouds and cover my ears

Vague words of the future. I won't listen

See the eternal field with my eyes shut

Imagine a destroyed picture

Grasp the concocted stories

They nail us up. They bind us up

Scars seen after the strife

Gentleness of the tears I shed

Evil prickles on a tiny heart

Redness of the blood I shed

Redness of the blood I shed