The arctic cold has brushed my cheek once again The skies are stained white and the ringing in my ears is louder than ever I wonder what the clouds are doing, I never see them anymore The night doesnt come but the sun doesn't shine I have a silver notebook I write, spearmint Because my eyes are watering but I feel nothing The world is dry while the air is full And the heavens take their morning pills Wash their face Head off sleepily to begrudgingly watch the icy seas The wind bites my cheeks But moves in such silence I wonder if the feeling is not just my routine punishment At least I'm used to my spirits At least I have a jacket on At least the heavens didnt take a sick day all together.
I have been in the moon In search of love all noon Searched through deserts Even through garden of Eden. I have Searched beneath the sea Travelled wide even to overseas Still could not find love. I went to Vatican Even to Mecca Driven through the romantic sites of Paris Bath in the Brazilian beaches Flown across the Atlantic Pitched my tenth for few days on the Antarctic Spend some more on the arctic Still I saw no love.
All I saw was **** Angels with broken hearts, Rotten roses, Withered lilies, Death faiths and monsters on beautiful faces. I saw bullets in church offering boxes Just wedded on number plates of ambulances. I saw wars in diversity Pain and mourning crowding all cities The devil celebrating the dead of peace.
I saw three wise men Where went love, I asked them They said love has been nailed on the cross Buried with trust They are heading to Galilee To await his return. I followed with dreams I met many returning with smiles of frustration From where I was going with pregnancy of expectations.
We arrived to the scene Like a nightmare, I witnessed higher sins I saw men taking pleasures with men Some with animals, some women with women. Gun everybody walking sticks People feeding on people flesh With human blood the thirsting ones quench their thirst.
Is this where love is expected to return? The wise men retorted, Yes, the saints have been raptured And his seven years reign has just began. Then in a flash, I remembered that I have been taught Taught about this dreadful end I had also taught kids Under trees at nights Just to threaten them to live right. What I thought was a mare threat or a fallacy Has been awaken against my fate in reality. Oh! We are among the leftovers Left to reprove ourselves or be doomed forever.