Tears of a clown

Sometimes golden,sometimes silvery,just as  melting glass,pure in its form and composition.
When  lights go out,no one sees dripping blood on both cheeks,for the pain becomes the fire which even water would not consume and the price of loneliness is a jettisonned tree drained of life in the middle of the desert where colours are useless and inexistant for the red sun sets its beams and everything is unified in reddish stains of memories which abound as we approach death's embrace which would coincide with that emptiness we sometimes feel.

Encounter with death

Life and death are two rooms....we walk pass through the corridor of life just to reach death...but beneath us lies other doors which are kept open just like knives underneath our throats.
Battling with waves.....feeling that you have no body parts..watching people smile while you're drowning....minutes back death dragged me like a dad who would take his new projeny with the swipe of the arms...it became useless to struggle...as I watched my bag on the beach and imagined the cries of my lovely mother when my corpse or what would remain of it would be brought back home.Physical forts were useless...rendering me weaker....only the voice telling me...soon we'll be one....no ones escapes it...just let go..seven times did salt water become my new beverage...but still i managed to get on my back after various sos to a nearby swimmer...no one moved....i stayed as such for about 35minutes..
Death is a vampire who is sucking each one's blood as days elapse...sometimes the rubber band is pulled harder and it nears breaking.He smiles when he sees life fade...helplessly...
for the sea where i swam was the graveyard of countless tormented souls who liberated life out of its temporary shell.