Δευτέρα, 13 Απριλίου 2009

Everywhere is my home.

First drink. You are still one my mind.
Your voice echoes in my head.
Second drink. Anywhere I look I see your face.
Those beautiful eyes that I’ve always loved to stare.
Third drink. Still nothing.
It seems like that I can’t forget you.
Forget all those things that we’ve been through.
All these memories. All these photos.
I will not stop drinking.
Until I find the strength to get back home.
Burn my memories and throw the ashes to the sky.
I feel so hopeless. So wick in front of this bottle.
Alcohol runs out. I don’t remember anything.
Forgetting you is difficult. Erasing me is easy.
I can’t hold my tears, but I don’t know why I’m crying.
I am lost in the empty streets.
Tonight everywhere is my home.
Except on place. Your heart.

Burn the book to know the end.

There are too many white pages on my book.
I can’t complete it. I can’t find the words.
Every thought is full of silence.
Every time I think of you my heart screams.
But there are no words on these screams.
My hands are full of ashes.
Ashes from the last page I’ve burned.
Always the same circle.
It seems like I can’t escape.
I write your name, I cut the page and then I burn it.
Maybe I should try a different name.
Those failed attempts show me something.
Spelling your name is my curse.
Burning my book will be my absolution.