Compassion is the root of every religion.

So
back in the seventies
making a call
from Naples Centrale,
the trains were **** there too,
but
I was offered a pack of Marlboro
for some ridiculous amount of Lira
by a young boy in a poncho
who told me
don't buy the burgers
they come from the racecourse,

I bought the Marlboro
and smoked them instead.

& the beautiful boys
Love the beautiful girls with
Fragile hearts
& delicate bodys
Who dont seem to notice they're lovely
& that's why they dont love me
I'm not that kind of beautiful
My heart is as strong as wood
But wood can still break
I'm a single tree in a field of flowers
Watching all the beautiful boys
Pluck them all one by one
& dont you know that
Picking flowers makes them wither away?
What a tragedy
It seems that the only kind that visit me
Are the kind that want to rip the leaves
To leave me naked & weak
I wait for a storm to come along
& take me down
If a tree falls all alone
Does it still make a sound?

You’ll always be a drug that i can’t help but take
You wring out my cents, captivated by your scents that makes my world make sense

Soberiety is a state i avoid, keep me high, keep me in this void
You leaving me will wake me up from this slumber
This dream i’m having, i hope it lasts forever

Let me be the only one that you intoxicate
I’ll let my sanity be tamed even self contained
Let me in to feel the sensation, held by your temptation

life‘s left my body
the world feels heavy on my shoulders
the floor being the only thing that catches me
i can‘t get up, i can‘t get better
no matter how much i‘ve tried
gravity flows through my body
i always end up on the ground