An ashtray,
Filled to the top.
A mind,
Any moment going to pop.

A feeling,
So unpleasant.
A voice,
Silence it, I can’t.

A moment,
Shattered by time.
A poem,
Written with a moody rhyme.

the air,
so thick and deadly.
just like my mind,
dark thoughts, all in a medley.

caffeine and aspirine,
friends so nice.
a night lasts for ages,
as long as they suffice.

music real proper,
fits the atmosphere.
keeps the mood low,
still nothing to fear.

The note on the table

The note on the table,
A text it reads:
’’I am leaving here,
To where, there are no leads.

Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,
As always.
Don’t long for me,
Don’t count the days.’’

Shattered, I fall,
The ground stops me.
Tears fall around,
’’How could this be?’’

Woke up feeling worthless,
Mind was a complete mess.
All I heard were raindrops falling,
The wind was howling aswell.
No sun to welcome me,
Silent were the singing birds.
Moodless I laid under the sheets,
Waiting for this dream to end.

living in a world so tragic,
disbelief in all kinds of magic.
every soul has something to borrow,
ending in a lifetime of sorrow.