Boring life of shit and crap being born´s a mishap I´ll never make again.

Fall the leaves and fly the geese far away they fight a war shines the sun and buzz the bees and you´re not here anymore.

I tried to break free but I crashed into a wall and all the things I thought I had I never had at all.

“Alone”, I think, and taste it on my mind a word that shapes the world and me alike, that hides my heart with hue of ice and stone and binds me to the life I´ve come to loathe. Underneath unloving veil of stars accuasations whispered into night; who´s to blame, and in the morning light; how sad it is to know the fault is mine.

It´s almost two on Sunday and some people are still asleep. Fatigued after last night´s drinking and dancing, doping, singing shouting, smoking and love making, they lie sleeping. Fast asleep in beds, on couches and divans, on matresses on floors, in the backseats of cars; asleep in the arms of a lover, sleeping alone. I´m awake. It´s a beautiful day and I dreamt you last night. I wish I could say it was love at first sight, but truth is I didn´t see you at all at first. Didn´t notice you...