Lost in my room again,

torn betweeen sheets.

I've forgotten which side of the bed was yours.

You assure me of sunsets and pleasants smells 

far from this land you preach.

I,

however,

am not sure what to believe.

Drowning in my thoughts

because you left

I've found refuge in your childhood nest.

It's been untouched since you left with obscure thoughts

in my head.

Insanity slowly tightens its grip on me

and all I see are flocks of birds swimming to be free

in a pool of bombs about to detonate.

I cringe and paint those sunsets you've described so dearly to me

on your walls

leaving your room with all my touch.

Thinking that if you come back 

you'll remember me and laugh.

It's no fun anymore.

My sunsets are now black.

Slowly losing my head in these new bare walls I see

with white all over,

white like my pale malnourished body

white like my hairs poking out of my bare skull

white like the daisies you gave me

white like my wedding gown was supposed to be

what a pity it was stained red.

Now the only thing i wear every day is white white white

with my hands tied behind my back

and my uncombed hair shooting at odd angles up towards the sky

but I patiently wait

with high hopes you'll pay me a visit from your grave.