The more I live
The more I see
That my heart is
But a big cemetery

The words are my legs
Exploring the tombs
I can see guilty digging another grave

Sadness and bitterness
Are drinking wine
Smoking a cigarette
After ***
Naked by the tombs

Happiness mourning at the side
Of a coffin
I think it was her daughter
Self esteem

I sit, and think
The rain starts falling
The guilty looks at me
Her penetrating eyes

Needless to say
That the grave this time
Was mine