Sometimes,
The only comfort...

She drinks.
Justifying all the mistakes of her yesteryears...

Depression is quiet.
It enters in, through the night...

There is so much death in here-
My body that is...

A kiss and a sigh,
Two worlds became one...

The entrails of cigarette smoke...
How it always reminds me of a serpents glow...

My journey began,
By seeing with my eyes...

With the days far too long
And with even colder nights...

 
I've learned...

Somewhere in the distance,
Upon this dark and unforgiving night...

 
"This head is bowed...

There was a little girl,
Just over there...