Hating the pen I write it with

losing my mind seeing colour green

I don’t want to be wrong about you

running out of time to call you mine

zooming in this moment

oh, come closer, I can’t see you in the dark

Filled with fear

changed the gear

passing me by.

All I want is

to hear you knocking at the door

dying happily in your arms

Strip my soul out of the body

at the place where you

met my soul

[my lips untouched]

and I got left