My Creativity Of The Sorrows

I have learnt that mortals have varieties of limited creativity,
Different from my creativity of the sorrows that I was born with it.

And grow up with it, as a result I felt in love with a fake smile,
Of a woman who later denied and end our journey with a big pain.

All by myself I destroyed all of my dreams that we had built together,
To the point I rebuilt my new dreams under the cloud of hell mountain.

I put up a castle, with the aches of my broken heart whom I broke it.
So I will not waste my tears of my pain, just to share them for my garden.

As well to the black clouds who they promised me to rain with my tears,
Only on my own castle, where I can die alone, form my own burning tears.

Unfortunately, my creativity of sorrows created in a life in a scary place,
Where a silence lips are too beautiful to speak of a missing loves.

The fact that we will all die alone, with no respect or value to our corpses,
And fiction to the thing that we are always happy and timid in our own dreams.

25/5/2014