I wait for deathlike a lover waitsfor lovealone in his roomfondling a piece ofcurtainor by the train trackskicking pebblesunder the sun.

I could still be more human in anything I wrote than by interacting with any of these people.

I tried to get out of it. I tried to be different from any other human being waiting on a decision he had no say in.

Sometimesa manhas to fightso hardfor lifethat he forgetsto live it.

Lips parted in halfbleeding of human remorsesighing, knowing there’s no endto it all; more sufferingmust come before salvation.