The Cry Of Iya Kokumo (1)

Hey it is done again.
My sorrow revives without  bargain
From the valley of hades
With nobody to arise to my aids.
I am done  again with anguish.
The goddess of death never cease to crush
My efforts to make dry bones live;
My bones crumble in pain and grief

Who will  save me from the tortures
Of Lucifer  who roars and ruptures
My body between his fiery fangs?
Who will rescue me from these deadly pangs
That makes me depressed and oppressed
Every time the moon is suppressed?
When will I laugh again, get relieved and be strong?
When will death leave to the land of no-return?

Life's room gulped up my seven  visits.
Wind ate up my breath without permits.
I cried out my guts but no cry.
My belly softened; plastic and dry
My womb  cracked down painstakingly,
My crown sunken in aches gruesomely
I am bored of quiet souls in dirty clothes,
Burned out of carrying lifeless suns in sad folds.