I miss the times when I didn't care about superficial things like....

Everday.

Can I learn how to be liveless again?

A prayer, a wish, up to the sky...

Moon, light up the darkness.

I can't even see the stardust.

Sleepless.

I sleep....the dream won't stop.

I'd like to believe it for now.

So live, cherish this wound, until the ray of live runs out of time and fades away.

These words burned into my flesh would be release.

One day I'll run as far away from all this as possible, until my feet won't take my body a single step further. I won't return, I give a fuck about all this.
What's done to me is ridiculous, and I'd crack up if it wasn't my own live being this ridiculous.

I wanna sleep.