Smothering Spirit

Look the day is getting black
i sit with my hands in my head
the era curses me
circulate the force of the nature
to cover by pain
to bury by dreams it burns harder and deeper
a red ball even gets
turns the green soul
to a scorching stones
the flames hidden under the soil
vison couldn't reach it nor the rainfall penetrates enough
the thing left is voilent raging temper
no ashes buried only
a glowing stone and with no flames
and no smoke
and no sign to break the silence of the outer world
wait for a day till earth cracks
the earth frays and tears apart
along comes smoke and lava
the scorching stone gets into the stage
see now the nature arose called from the deep sleep by master
being enslaved from the toxic land
it hovers around in triumph
the agony fills space
a black crow shows his way
the red stood turns white but the sound in his lips are still quiet
being ready to explode
the stream of tears leaves eyes
evil wind just approach
the guiding hunter start to crock
the wind sweeps the tears away not a single sign in the eye
the sun rises up the zenith
the prickling arrows shoot the victim
the cloud takes the position of mustage
opens its hollow mouth to laugh
burning inside neither the smoke nor the flame
soul suffocates inside
the wind blocks the way
the laughing ghost stays
how could the ghost open its mouth?
How could the evil show its anger ? How could the spirit leave the flesh?
No way left
not a single opening.