Water

Sunset swallowed by the flood,
like the love that ends in blood,
set free from the solitary world.

A woman struggles to break free,
struggle fiercely,
fragile but contemporary.

My mood quickly drain to empty,
but they were all about yesterdays glory.

The humilating youth wrecked the banquet,
and lighted a cigarette.

Spitting on the stinky road,
or cheering without a soul,
both sneaky and cold.

In the age of control, 
stone fills up as the patrol.
They stop the men in flow,
they cannot stop the water rock and roll.

Without knowledge, truth lacks support, 
without truth, knowledge falls to the void.