I’ve been smoking
my own soul
since this very night began.
I’ve been drinking all the tears
that are lost within my beer,
and reliving our goodbye over and
over again.
I have lost my will to see
how this path of mine I’ve reached
finds an end into the darkness.
My body cannot fight anymore
against my sanity.
I can’t stand the situation
of my mind and its creation
of an unlived fantasy.
As I crawl effortlessly
through my lonely way of dying,
I still find no way out.
As I try to not feel anything
and failing on it every second
passing,
it’s not a secret I still love you.