Perhaps the sun rises
perhaps the sun sets...

At morning she looked
much brighter than midnight...

Do you remember illuminating my
dark nights with love sparkling in your eyes...

I rest my head upon my hands,
never held a frown as beautiful...

All that was once meaningful
and destined, has lost all meaning...

If not about the ruins
that linger at the surface...

On still nights,
cold air suckles my rose-scented chin...

On drugs, smoking,
on fermented bottles...

I'm on the verge of falling again
into the bottom of failing arms...

I dosed myself with restlessness.
Flapping into midnights...

The torch I hold
for us to see the lost route outside...

I can't sleep
with this room snoring in silence...