Soon, I will die towards nothing
gather my clothes for the departure.
From the soil some worms to pick,
Hoping for some reconciliation

heal myself of the past
with dirt and rough skies
rain drinking as a shield
of the light passed

searching through the souls,
that bear all the slides
bold headed stay
tired of their fouls.

large locks fall
spewing out the skin
"O"-s and eyebrows lie
numbing my downfall.

Everytime I walk past you
I decompose myself in a multicolor puzzle
And then, after I've finished arranging it,
Another color results
A color that nobody imagined, yet.