What is life
when all there is
is water
and teardrops
and oxygen-deprived
lungs.
You seemed to be unable to sleep.
The bags under
your blueish eyes
were dark holes in
the galaxy,
made by dying
stars
and drying
midnight tears.
the amount of thoughts
that stayed trapped
in your mind
were slowly
detonating
into bursts of
color among
the grey shades in which
you lived
and yet they were
suffocated
in seas of dark
and colorless
words
that were never meant
to reach your
ears.
