Fading painting

Book without the words and song without the music
They both sound wrong so then you start to wonder
My mind without thoughts, being tired and sick
Tongue tied up in knots, I’m falling into a slumber

Waking up I don’t know how to find the new rhymes
I’ve lost the flow, the tide washed away the way to go back
The poems have ended together with the old times

I see that they’re fading
They’re like a raining painting
The colors blurred and they’re waning
It’s a shame that it’s all breaking

Beach without the sea and the river with no mouth
It’s like facing the summer storm without a thunder
The forest with no trees and the marsh in a drought
My mind is lost and it’s slowly going under

Waking up I don’t know how to compose new lines
I’ve lost the words and the verses are now cracked
The poems are shattered together with the old times

I see that they’re breaking
They’re like a torn up painting
The canvas fell with scraping
It’s a shame that it’s all fading