Empty Hands And Million Wounds

Life, a scrolling memory

Cuts and Craft, a Barbery

Beauty and smile, an achievable stride

Treasure hidden, a million wounds inside

In the dark night,

With empty hands

On the lookout for healing

Shedding all the happiness - lifetime savings

Looking for a blanket to cover

Haunting past, painful mistakes

Life with me towards Ouroboros

With a smile, I covered them all to sleep

Infinite colorful flowers ahead

Plugged each for a rose bed

In hopes for a peaceful dream night

Sleep is the only ingredient left behind

Drops of mistakes, I’m in the shower

Need an escape, to get over

Searching for tears, to cry

I lost everything, me myself, and I

Sadness around, I fear to sigh

Hopes and hopes growing high

Still, on the lookout for healing

Empty hands, with a million wounds continuing…