Blood the Rhythm

My days are merging slowly,
Run the Rhythm slow,
Smell the Acacias and Berries,
Oh Heaven, where did you go?

You kept me silent,
withered my dreams away,
choked my memories vibrant,
Oh Heaven, take this devil away.

Cut my pains in shivers,
Cut the pain in four,
Count the pain and red rivers,
Oh veins, Oh veins, Bleed more.

I called my colors,
Screamed and shouted their names,
Blue so Persian, Red Crimson in pain.

Those bruises are mine in days and days,
Oh Heaven bless this child,
And pray the rhythm to restrain.

So..Help..me..God.

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