Cigarette buds in a glass tray,
disintegrated with the years...
All she ever wanted was
to hold his hand, tell him...
I wandered through the bitter cold
In search of your warm eyes...
In the beginning,
It was a wonderful thing...
I can't take it anymore.
This constant breathing...
I wake up in this skin of mine
and I'm deeply saddened...
Final Chapter...
This poem is dedicated to a mother who her 6 month...
for those who wish to know her words, read the...
Im dead.
But i have no grave...
You long for the sweet embrace of death
Its warm touch...
A rose grows
By an unknown grave...
Hush now, wipe your eyes
and ill sing to you a laullaby...