cry again
Reading the fine words
again.
They are like the epitaph
saying: Rest in peace.
You do not need me anymore
I'm going to shut the door behind him,
put my back against the wall.
Falling down on the floor
crying out loud, calling the name.
Is everyone here will I get?
Brokenhearted,
second brittle smile.
Words fading through the tears,
hopes and die in my ears.
In sorrow, we find humanity
It is a pain
similar to what is really valuable.
If you want everything
your trouble.
So many things remain undone,
Now I can fix my grave.
This is all I get:
my heart to die and be forgotten.
Words fading through my ears,
and dry the tears of dying hopes.
