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Feb 15
I thought
but before, I took a pill to not
Thought in a screaming pillow
In a muddy grave and shallow
That mind that shall to think
began heating
That heart that shall to love
stopped beating
Not dead, I'm not
Just the pill's effect
The soulmate that I reject

Feeling weightless
Numbness throbbing in all limbs
Then eyes opened on a dream
Awake on the world's stream
Pouring in a cup that cannot be filled
Pouring grieve that cannot be milled
nor be healed.
I've put out his flames in an ashtray

I dreamed that one day I will wake up
Grow as my dreams grow up
Shrink as my hopes shrunk
Then realize it's another box.
Written by
M-E  26/M/Morocco
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