Season of tears

The night wears its darkness 
And our blurry eyes are ready to shut their doors
And send our souls into the dreamscape of beauty
Before the cockcrow wakes us again_ into a hostile reality
Behold, our dreams are mirage indeed
Which engulfs our minds with tons of thoughts.
In our illusions, we hold tender dreams of tomorrow
But lo! tomorrow holds none but death
To assassinate our souls, stab us to the chest
And drown our tales into the depths of misery.
Thus, loved ones will assemble in grievance,
Spilling out tears and intercessions for our souls.
Memories flies, wandering in the broad skies 
In search of us to offer us bread;
The bread of hope that never quenches of eternal hunger.