The lost of the collective

With anger I shall throw my arrows at the seagulls
While they beat my other heart
Sulphur and smoke
I will send them
Trample the illusion of their wings
My steps are nothing but a hush
And my idea of life is based upon mistake
That my past can hint the future
It’s the stupidity of society
Trapped in the conclusion
That everything around
Depends on others
My teacher, is the future
My arrows racing
As a human beasts
Sectioning corpse of new age philosophers
Hushing their voices
That is no wind moving but the lost of the collective
She is standing on the rock
In front of sea
My hands
Rips her innocence
Between the moons on the night
I can feel the blood of virgin
Flowing to the waves of tombstone
Tombstone of absentmindedness
To the trumpet shout
I let her body
To float on butterflies
That the blessing of life
Is not the tears of girl
The citizen of my city
Are lost
And listening to the sound of bells
Their heart is silence
And slaves they are
Now
I grow up between the question and the silence
I gave my heart to crush the rocks