I am the shape

I am the shape of the why and the already

the question of the divine lie ,

left-behind loser,long rainy day with no reply ...

 care-free passer-by mocking  style ,

girl drawing a rainbow in a cloudless sky

in love with a outline's shadow ,

where she looks so beautiful ...

This format of solitude,guitar tuning that breaks ,

inspiration in the suicide call ,

when the colors of life are fading 

and the mind so far away 

from the where and slow ...

Portrait line like tomorrow's puzzle 

design that closes children's  book 

leaving bitterness to age in a cupboard 

of sleepy lavender flavours ...

I am the shape of the train 

as it pulls away without a last glance ,

the big clock striking the hours of departure ...

I am the shape of emptiness turning in the round,

hand in hand with the skeleton of illusions ...

False blonde dragging me to the grave ,

freed from my decomposed  form ...