On these moments I can’t breath and it feels like even the air is not for me

My hands are cold like made from ice

And all I touch and don’t touch feels so cold

It is scary like a nightmare in daytime

And things that might have saved me seem so faraway right now

Venice sky is low

It’s right about to smash me and I don’t mind

No air left in my lungs

These tears are falling on the ground only one sign I’m still alive

Cause I might not be

Very soon I hope

I want to die under a cypress tree

I’ll listen to the prayers of the waves of the sea

Their lullabies did always help me fall asleep

  • Author: Anny (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 6th, 2022 14:56
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