My heart is bleeding ink and my eyes are dry like a desert. | Nocturnal Thoughts

My heart is bleeding ink and my eyes are dry like a desert.

In the hell of this world I was born, and in the darkness I grew up, and on the tragedies I grew old.

I became sane without a mind, drunk without wine, and lover without love, life taught me to be a sea and drown in my grief, to be a lost bird in the air, to be a star without light.

I was confused about who I was and where to find my way, as I lost the roads.

Swords thwarted, houses demolished, and pens dried up.

Oh, this world. Whatever great sadness, enough is enough, for the painful end will be narrated, we were not of emptiness and nothing, nor of seduction and tyranny, and he was around the corner or lower, so is enough that we no longer have energy.

My heart found nothing but to write what was inside it, and the tears dried up and remained nothing to cry to,

My heart is bleeding ink and my eyes are are dry like a desert.