Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul

enormous fronts
life gives me lemons
too many
I just add *****
and get wit it.

it crumbled
like a soft cookie,
and i fell.
like a lamb led to the
shearer
i go to my slaughter.

if they are happy,
then,
why should i?

a strange face
offered me if I wanted to leave

do I want to go back
or see what's ahead

I want to go back
to the day you smiled by my side
I want to see ahead
if we'll live another day the same

I felt great pain years ago
I don't want to live the future if I'm not with you

stranger with the time machine
just go without me