Close your eyes and just imagine…
What is wrong?
I don’t know what to write.
But would they like to know what’s happening inside?
or others spoken by the fake ME.
Every minute is repeated,
everything you do is a habit.
I daily curse.
You constantly want to change.
He leads a life full of dreams,
detached from reality and
sometimes he even pretends to live in them?
She is lying on the bed
waiting for the last trace of life to be erased.
It is sold and violently removed.
We are unemployed.
You are immersed in your depressed thoughts and
They get drown in the dark, inhospitable sea.
A little kid is starving,
a decent old man is begging,
my grandpa is dead and
she is auctioning her body for crumbs.
I want a person to worship me.
Where can I find one?
A reflection of hope in the mirror of despair
none is there to offer a hand of salvation.
It is true what they say:
When you are empty
expelling water from your body is
you can do.