there's something
people call it "destiny"
others call it "luck"
and i don't know what to call it, but..
it's something between
smoke and fire
into ****** cup
this is how i see it
oh wait
I'm a blind man

Music,
sights
thoughts
locking doors
sadness
silence
home
death wishes
love fantasies
and nothing

they made love
best of love
when they hate
each other
he know nothing but
a furious passion
she loves nothing but
that kind of power

I've touched you
by my poetry
you smiled at me
by reading it
you still don't know me
but i think i love you

give me a poem
in my hand
or a bullet
in my head

both will make me bleeding