“today.
today is the international day of your life.
who
are
you?”
the guy
on the radio said.

****. it was winter cold.
the city was in chaos. was quietly sad.
the guy from the radio
was just a voice
and who he was
who anybody was
wouldn’t matter at all.
everybody would look for some
despair that night.
some ugly pleasure.

for me,
it was alcohol
to suppress my thoughts
and loud music
to reaffirm that ****.

I can barely wait for the next kiss
cause every last one
so named,
is always to be our penult
cause so am I,
to kiss you again.

tears.
they have
so many
shapes.

before they go through my eyes,
finally destroying me,
they will go through all my body.
and I will feel it.

a knife in my heart.
a cycle that never ends in my head.
a heavy heavy weight
all over my body.

all those different shapes.

beautifully,
it divides me
into little pieces
that are too confused
to get up
together once again.

– only tomorrow, please.
tonight they close their eyes
and die for a little while.

Feed me lie
For a smile
Will ya?

I will kiss you alright
But please feed me lies
It just seems right

the deceive of a genius
the scream of a poor soul, you would say.
the laugh of a sad clown
who closes the door
of that pretty home of his
and he locks himself there
with all that sadness
that no one is able to see
he won’t show
he won’t let it.
he will lie
beautifully and smoothly
he will forever fool
everyone
including
himself.