It’s 1:17 am and i’m still awake on a Monday, but it’s no longer because of the coffee in your eyes but the lies I see in them.


Es la 1:17 am y sigo despierta un lunes, y ya no es por el café de tus ojos, sino por las mentiras que encuentro en ellos.

i am drugged.
laying on my bed.
staring at dark corners
of my room.

an empty room.
just me. and
the past moments
i once lived.

calling at my door
calling to come in
this night
and 21 years past

i am alone
don´t want visits
no more visits
at night i suffer.

i have to answer
to those whole call.
tomorrow i say.
leave.

leave.
they continue.
2 am and hear the knocks.
i am drugged.