Embody

The emptiness is filling up the space,

I can feel the wind blowing through my body,

Only the mirror and it´s grace,

Please, can You all of this embody?

Once up on a time i was fabulously beautiful,

For men in ties very much suitable,

A bird in the nest, they cut off my wings,

And now I am just filling up my drinks.

My body is turning into dust,

It´s the gorgeous mirror that i can trust,

It can see that my heart is coloured in grey,

I fear, he is about to blow me away.

Sleeping Pills

( We are getting old.)