BEYOND THE STARS
The walls are being pervaded by the dark and coming near to me. Why does something that we love vanish? Why is something that ours vanish? I’m so angry because I live in seclusion. I’m only happy when I sleep, when I sleep you are with me but I must wake up, always must wake up. Insects of the loss crawl in my ears. I must understand this is the reality. Perhaps you are happy, because the loneliness haven’t touched you and you musn’t live blindfold in the dark. The hate encompass you like a wilted rose, me like a wilted black rose. You don’t see this yet. You only see the stars. But we are crying now and black tears flowing down on our faces. |
