this life this life always makes u feel

its getting too late

but u never know when it really is

and one day all the words loose their meaning

still you keep howling into the night

oh dint you cry for help?

dint you?

in that melancholy pride of yours

but they say

u dint try enough.

and if i was bored i would

and if i was stuck i would

and if i was yours?

but i am not.

2.

in between our heads and hearts

in between our blood and thirst

are our eyes ... so old.

in front of me a wall

that says

"beyond here lies nothing

and you know exactly where you are

and how you came"

cannot forget it and blur it into art.

and i look for a

a zero hour ..and a new start

and we shall keep rowing on and on

in an ocean that has no other shore

sometimes she will pull me

and sometimes i will crawl on my own

with my life ..my melancholy whore

(both pieces are heavily plagiarized)