Boken promises

No more broken promises
Yesterday demons are vanquished
The sun doesn't shine any more
No one cares

Eyes searching for a rain
Dry trails of tears cried
Can not be washed with verses
Maybe summer showers

knowing there is no heart
Only pieces hanging
Against ghastly winds, memories
A history of perishing souls

There is no heaven
Only hell
Made up of broken promises
Another smoke screen life

When do we wake up
Walk into our own
Find peace that lives
Eternally in our hearts

Don't tell the tale
I hate to tell