ON my finest day i learned how much you hate
bruises with punch
orange pieces float
inside a sick heart
WHAT I ALWAYS KNEW
And you hit me upon my
head and broke my Soul
So i’m so drained
A meal-stone around my head while the crows
speak in empty fields:
“What the hell are you trying to say?”
Is it that time to make
myself clear? i love you
and myself but what should i do?
So i love blue and reds tied upon the rails
of a fiery track watching
the light grow: i won’t complain.
i have lived myself to the fullest!
:: 01-11-2017 ::