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

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

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