drinking my tears as a love of sadness .
still I m solus, leaving the road
warming my self with the posinous tales
washing the dirt with the bleeding wounds .
feeling the fragrance of the numbness
again , and again .
all are saying the world is blind
here I m becoming the one .
only I listen my screams
only I see the tears
why I m feeling it again.
let's forget what happened.
only few pens are broked
only few pens are broked.
they get the new .
how they forget
that a pen can write the destination of ours.
how they forget that it is deliberated wounding.
they are saving the fallacious bound
by choking my breaths.
always i become the question
always I m finding the answer.
I know the art of hiding my tears .
i know the art of smiling.
only few pens are broked
only few pens are broked.
let's forget the rest.
© Filliefortie