A Mastigar Crisântemos

Test.

Test. One, two, three.

Oh, baby.
Won't you hold my hand?

...
No answers.

Don't you know how much i miss you?
Floating in this void.
Hopelessly devoted to you.

Push the pain away from me, will you?
Get me out of this place, hold me in your arms like nothing else matters.

Oh baby, don't you believe me when i say i miss you more than anything?
It's been some months and my bed feels cold.

Maybe i never even left my bed.
Maybe this empty void it's just me, playing with words and methaphors again.

Wake me up tomorrow, will you?
Wake me up tomorrow and say that everything's going to be okay, like you always did.
Kiss away my pain, like you always did.
Make some of your creepy comments and i'll just laugh it off like it wasn’t that deep, just like we always did.

Let's get drunk in my old sofa. Just like...
...
Oh, nevermind. This never happened, that was just me fantasizing about out future together again. Silly me.

Empty hole.
Empty hall.
Empty
Empty soul
Empty space.
The empty space you left within me.
Wake me up tomorrow, will you?