Every soft night gives a hard heart

Fragile hope,

And every sweet smile,

Warm kiss,

Is a doe waiting for a bullet

That always comes,

Pain filled and unceremoniously cruel.

The blood of us pours out in buckets

And all I taste is iron and

better day, forever gone.

The walls glow from a screen

Bouncing its loneliness in grey hues

– The fake life in real colors-

And the room looks like the inside of an egg.

The longing is goo and

Our love is a chicken waiting to die.