The Fatal Wave

The drops of the fatal wave,
the wet hand in the wet hand,
intend to become suddenly free,
from the dust of their body.
In the regard of the sad sky,
the scenes of the bloody hands,
a lot of fear, a lot of pain,
our tragic life in this way.
Resulting the rush of death,
the drops of the fatal wave,
unaware of the fence of night,
run away from the light of day.