i miss this one particular artistic human being.

- he says.

leaving the undone, continue with what is already done.

closing my eyes,

rubbing it back and forth.

because i cant see anything clearly.

will i be safe there?

maybe i will.

someone convinced me that i will.

but me myself pushed a blade into my head.

though the world would never understand.

have you ever heard any kind of lonely voice sighing through the rain?

well i have.

let's go for a movie.

the show is about your life,

your world.

can you remember this?

must have been what i missed.

waiting. 

again.

lost.

again.

coming back.

again.

- he says.

i am so lost and lonely even my shadow leaves me.

pathetic.

right about now, 

the funk soul brother.

- he says.

the plane i was supposed to be on crashes and burnt into ashes.

yesterday i powdered your face so you wouldn't look so sad when you're blue.

but may i ask,

am i to loud for you?

how can you let him sleep in our bed?

i am the wind, 

flowing through the enemies,

of my kind.

as i walk these streets, 

i'll destroy the eyes and ears of these passers by.

take a look outside your window,

do you see a floating spaceship?

take a walk outside,

breath in all the pollution,

exhale the loathe and all.

please,

come and sit on my wall.

bitch, 

you did me so wrong.

remember when you were so drunk,

and you threw up on her?

it was funny,

wasn't it?

let's go for a movie.

we might end up in bed together later.

now breathe,

bitch.

breathe.

- he says.

running in circles, counting.

i was just guessing,

the numbers and figures.

thought that i missed you,

but,

NO.

i kept on wondering,

what is going on.

as i walked to the valley on the shadow of death,

i take a look at my self,

and realized that i actually love you.

and now i am on my knees,

wanted to tell you all my weakness,

so i could just roll over and die.

- he says.

you are a square shape of a triangle.

- he says.

a reward should be given out.

as he shed his tears for you.

unbelievable.

this strong man falls to his knees for you.

he loves your smell,

he loves your flaws,

he loves your crooked teeth.

these damn dirty rats are his witness,

this concrete jungle.

you are his cocaine.

but thanks to himself, 

he is not suffering anymore.

he flew with the wind, 

folding his hands, 

watching out the window,

as the wind blows through his hair.

shedding those tears for you,

unbelievable.

- he says.

the mirror piece.

find yourself in the mirror.

watch your self until your eyes turn

square.

- he says.