I wake up aching.
Most days.
My body sore from bruises camouflaged as smiles.
Sore from the elephant that has found its home on my chest.
Aching from my lead-filled heart and my poisoned arteries.
But my body is persistent.
It grips onto life with its bony claws, grasping pathetically at signs of hope.

Just give up already.

Almost eight billion souls
And all I see in them
is your absence

**** me and then put me in a coffin
next to that majestic oak.
Look at my pale face while you wrap the lifeless body in a black cloak.
Start a fire, but don’t burn yourself just to hide me in the smoke.
The words on your lips wound my existence, until, on them, i choke:

“Sleep easy, sleep well, my little darling,
soon i’ll be with you, when the stars start falling.
Dream sweet, dream of me, my tender starling,
everything is going to be all right, there will be no more crying.