Cry

Cry

In the moonlight I'm sitting on my desk thinking about everything that broke me

My glass is full but the whiskey does nothing

even cigarette food can't ease my pain

then the tears start to flow

without being able to stop my heart reduces its rhythm

that the freezing cold makes me feel lifeless

Tears are not enough to cause the wounds the torments are deeper than the infinity of space so blood flowed instead of my tears

and fill my inkwell

so I dipped my pen and put my emotions on the eternal papyrus of time

with blood, I immortalize lost loves and those that have not yet come

broken like a rock beaten down by the waves.

The torn soul of the painting without its ultimate color in search of a bright color that could complete it

then I cried