Grief Market - part 3

Here I am back to the grief market,
With a spirit of someone who's alive.

I bought his spirit, therefore I don't
Feel lonely, since my shadow was stolen.

I decided to have my own mini market,
And have of what the people need or missed.

One man came and asked me if I have
The taste of death, I gave him a day of my life.

One kid wanted to have a scent of his
Father, I grabbed him a flower of the blue heaven.

One mother came with all of her money,
So she can exchange them with a coffin of her son.

A depressed clown, forced me to buy
His cirque, I offered him all of my past life of joys.

The fire inside most of the parents,
Bought for me a few drops of warm, raining clouds.

Sorrows, and aches, and depression,
Asked passports to the houses of criminal politicians.

A soldier sold with all of his weapons,
So he dies and gets enough space next to his wife's grave.

A bride angel came to my market with
Tears, forcing me to marry her and destroy the grief market.

17/03/2014