Marks season

Ocean waves crashing up against my mind

Violently ,but so sensual

Tourment and destruction come ashore

Anger exerts through the winds

As time begined....begined

But I wish time would end

And not begin

To not exist

My nature has been a bliss

To be livid

To become unable

Rain gives me strength

As I hide under the table fear of light

Exceptance to the dark

Priorities wrapped up in a tarnado

Hoping marks season would start

For marks currents to carry me away

Let his rain wash over my sins

Again..... And again

Security of his weather

Even the rain won't be such a weapon to my mental

His stormy weathers ,like feathers ..so gentle

His nights take away my afraids

When the wind blow we become the essence of the air

When mark seasons starts

His weather will flourish my heart

His winds will Carry me away

I won't be afraid

For marks season to start

Life becomes art

No painting no one could ever sought

Only if mark season would start