There's a breeze coming from the window
The cold gives me chills, goosebumps
My hair is ice now
Ignoring all the reality noises that comes from the kitchen
The wind feels like home
Maybe because it has the same temperature of my heart
Put my body against the window, it's never close enough
The sky was dark blue when I started writing this, now it's totally black
There is no stars, I can't see the moon
Maybe death is just like that, in a blink of an eye you're gone
There's no stars, no moon, no noises, no kitchen, no window, just wind
You close your eyes and for the last 3 seconds of life
You finally can feel something true
You finally see something beautiful
Something that is worth telling others
Something that would inspire the whole world
You see how beautiful the end is, but the end ends too fast

It's too late.

And there's no breeze coming from the window for you anymore.

What if the days weren't numbered
And eternity and seconds had the same value
And be loved for one minute was worth our lives

What if our words had real meaning
And didn't matter if you love or hate unless you feel it
And make someone feel anything was worth our lives

But none of us can feel a thing anymore
And that's why the days are numbered
And the words have no meaning
And poetry is a waste of time

Talvez eu tenha te enterrado vivo e enquanto sufoca me sinto impotente, terra entra em teus poros e te leva de mim, te leva da vida, e eu não posso fazer nada, eu não posso nem dizer adeus, tem terra nos teus ouvidos, você não me ouviria. Então assisto ao teu enterro de longe, torcendo pra que levante e expulse todos os micróbios que tentam morar em seu corpo, mas você está tão imóvel quanto eu.