I lie and look at the ceiling.
I look for the last cup of life with my dead eyes. A million thoughts per second, each with only one goal.
I lie and gaze at my worthless life. Wiped of everything.
He waits for a salvation that cannot come.
I lie and breathe poisoning the air with my life.
I can't talk, I'm waiting, waiting for it to end
I lie and look with the eyes of my imagination,
I escape deep into fictional events.
I lightly move my body, which is full of nothing. He gets up even though he feels dead. I look in the empty mirror seeing the empty hazy gaze. Every day, every night.
No moment is just hopelessness.
I don't have the strength,
I don't want to fight anymore,
I want to say hello to the demons who are willing to listen.
As I lie and observe the four walls, a loop tightens around my brain causing an influx of thoughts, thoughts so terrible that I lie and watch the ceiling form a picture. A picture of the world he wants, but not me.
