I will have my eyes closed when the sun sets and you will hear the humming of my dying heartbeat when too many dawns had broke.
Laugh, laugh, laugh as you sigh for what you lack and drink it up in a bottle of  him because I know that he takes your pain away.
I know your heart is made of wholeness and a whole lot of emptiness and it's almost never enough to keep you breathing.
Dye your hair in all shades of mortality with all sorts of I-want-to-live and other lies you repeat to yourself.
You blossom the other way round and not even the bloodiest of minds nor the cleverest of hearts would understand you.
You will not understand. The world does not stop spinning and it's a fucking daze.
And restless are the starts that watch upon me as I speak nonsense and wait for it to rain,
But fuck,
I don't even like the rain anymore.