This means war

Artileery shell fragments
Hitting every cell of my naked body

Thinking about what went wrong
Who is responsable for this

First srapnel is starting to drill into my body
It hurts
It hurts a lot
Why me?
It is my time already?

but there is no determined time in war to leave
You can leave almost every moment
You can be killed by lost bullet while youre eating
Or you doesnt have to be killed while being in crossfire

There is no time to leave for anybody
This means war
Random suffer distributed to whole popularion
Random dirty luck for survivors without legs, arms or destroyed from inside

Random evil everywhere
This means war
Pure evil made by nations
Made by us

Seeing Sad Storm

Hey man
you look like a sad storm
walking in circles looking for something
you already dropping every second
 
Constantly ashamed by other people
by building your own new steeple
on the place you was already ten years ago
looking for dust, for decades ready to be blown 

I can see myself on my own hill
gravity turned, but Im staying still
On my top, on another’s deep sea
I cant believe , what I can see

I look like egoistic machine without feelings
But I do feel ashamed, I do .. really
Everyone is different
but we do share some fears
we do share raindrops, heaven’s tears

I was just staying there
not seeing the one who’s needing my atention
What role in our stage I do have
If Im just tree, moving myself.. not others..