a child in front of a body.

he couldn't find a word to say,
into the houses of  the broken time,
he sat all the night, there in rain.
waiting to wake up from that nightmare of a child.

there was no one to stay,
inside the room of his lone life,
he sat all night,there in his brain,
waiting to swim into the ocean's wild.

and as the rivers flowed day by day,
he couldn't find anything else inside ,
the boat of happines drowned fast ,
and only tears were kissing his eyes.

"well ,fine.. i'll scream once more."
his voice sounded far, watter waves.
then the moon and the stars were born.
but he couldn't find anything than death.