The last cigarette of the pack
Life has been reduced to empty boxes
Trivial conversations
Hollow gestures
And bleeding fingertips
Listen , you don't need love
You need a warm **** to
Bury yourself in until
The storm passes
It's 3 in the morning
Half drunk
Half remembered
The minutes shatter in my mouth
Like glass and people
save me
That's all you'll ever hear me say
But Salvation is a passing car
On a one way street
To nowhere

A million ways to die,
But to die without a smile,
Without a glint of light in the eyes.

Without a soul by your side,
Nor a love in your life.

Remnants, none to find
Descendants none,
The end of the line.

This is no way to die.

It is not death,
When there never was life.

how to cope? when
a smile seems too much
when it's a blinding poem
overwhelming and pure
but it's never enough
to build a world over

a thread, but not a rope
a thread, not a tapestry
a link, not a chain
a link, not a fence