Paranoia

It was sixty years ago

When the desert was an ocean

The mockingbird was still singing a rhyme

And the sky was painted blue

A paper full of night and sky

Burned by fire from the seventh hell

But the earth was still blue

The angel turned to be a devil

But still shine with their halos

It was always at the end of the day

When the Milky Way lost his light

And become a creepy rock cluster

Without a name, without a fame

It full of dark but still warm by sunlight

Feel the peace of graveyard

But still in pain of death

Turned every human into a lifeless corpse

Let the soul go and never let them back home

Couldn’t stay on the ground again

Even the gravity turned into black

Let everything flies and lose into nothing

Try to keep sane with drugs

But even the wise become lunatic

Questioning mass and space

Crying over a shadow

And dream about suicide

It was sixty years ago

When her life came to the end

Froze the heart

But her body kept the blood flows

And trap her mind into paranoia

-Anna-