Lying down on the floor, wearing the same tears,
I look in front just to see nothing clear.
I breathe just to breathe, I eat just to eat.
Nothing is interesting anymore here.I can look in a mirror and can not see myself.
I can think about things.. but I don't do it real.
I talk with the people about some meaningless things,
I want to stop it but I can't !I'm feeling like a ghost, pale, barely visible, cold.
It's funny how the life leaves my veins tho.
A pretty drawing in progress destroyed at the end...
A shade of light drowning into flames...I am waiting for some creature to walk and notice me,
To stop and say "Hey! Wake up! It's a bad dream!"
And if I don't, to fall on his knee and shake me with his force:
"Wake up! I am here! All will be gone!
Can you hear me? I am not letting you to dye in the ashes of growth!"
He was angry, mad, helpless, infirm....
"Open your eyes and fucking look at me! You are still here so there is still hope
I won't give up on you so please.... Listen to me, love...."I moved my empty eyes and forced myself to see.
With the last of my energy I moved my hand on him.
I caressed his cheek and gave him all my love:
"Thanks but... for me here's where my story stops.
I wasn't mean to be, I wasn't born to live
I was a thing made by recklessness so
I am not a priority"."But no! You are for me!" he whispered.
"Please, be!"
"You will do great things in life,
I am very sure of that!
You are the special thing
That actually made me smile."
I brought my head closer to his,
Our foreheads were touching as well as our noses.
I closed my eyes and breathed.He did the same swallowing his tears
And he hugged her and brought her body closer to his.
She lost her soul and he, his heart.
They are connected with a pact.....
