My Hope

My hope has died.
Downtrodden straw drawn.
Rotting food such as pork.
Dog bites are torn apart.
Transformed into the wreck.

My hope has died.
Embers burned above the furnace.
Blackened darkness.
The brittle into dust.
Carried by the wind gusts.

My hope has died.
Their graves today rigid wrapped in white cloth.
The above train paraded coffins.
Buried in the bosom of a prayer.
Clearly written on the tombstones.

My hope has died.
Executables are called the trumpet.
Smashed helpless.
Ask for forgiveness has no meaning.
Just teary shedding tears.

My hope has died.
Drowned together.
Pick up the full moon.
But unfortunately the cloud covered.
Daydreaming is not clear.

My hope has died.
Be careful not lips went sour fruit.
Bersendu-feeling of wistful.
Need Angel swabs sorrow.
Drift off into the arms of spoiled.

My hope has died.
The news struck like lightning.
Volatile merontak-rontak.
Entangled in the bondage of black.
Moping durja in the corner of the bench.