My thoughts are slowly killing me,
Your fears come to me at night.
I read between the lines, but I still do not understand,
how tired you with your pain.
My angels descended from heaven for the sake of happiness,
they fell with broken wings and cries of pain.
My demons do not live in my sick mind,
because there are too many stupid thoughts.
My lungs can not hold your scent,
because they are filled with nicotine poison.
I'm looking at your black and white photos,
and in my head I draw images for your portraits.
Single people can still be happy,
but not in our world of dolls.
Our stories end with someone's suicide,
because it is so popular these days.
Your songs are full of anger and fear,
but people still love them.
You teach them to hate everything and everyone,
I'm trying to prove that love is not so bad.
When we finish our heads,
I'll take the book to the editor.
Many smile after reading about love,
while others only wince in disgust.
The main thing is that our life has become for someone a lesson
I want someone to learn from our mistakes.
When you ask why we are so stupid,
I only fake smile, as usual.
After all, my feelings do not agree with your ego.
I miss your warmth,
but you laugh in spite of my agony.
My senses were flooded with liters of alcohol,
and lungs full of nicotine smoke.
We are so happy tune,
that sometimes it would be desirable to throw himself under the train.
I want to teach someone that love - it's not just the pain,
it's just happiness. Only if mutually.
It's time to finish our book of life,
and stop smiling to each other.
You poisoned my lungs and heart,
I killed you in pride.
16\02\2016 г.
©Кристин