Not a Direction

i'm the wind, not the direction
there was no trace of trail
my breath.. erase it
i would not stand

i'm only shadow, not a memory
i have no curb story
my blood.. dissolve it
it's my destiny to be wasted

i'm a soul in swathed sorrow
tears is ordinary
you can follow where i go
but there's no promises in this sky

this part of fracture wounds
festering sore in vain
deceiving yearn deceive time
sharp stoned deep sorrow

this wing was useless moaning
not anger, it's a stumbled tears
remaining knife stabbing pains
torns the somber night

this is the wine of sadness
squeezed cry wont stop
where the cup ?
i want to draught till drunk

i'm not the direction of the wind
never mind of lacerated wound