Time found you lying motionless
The definition of an old love was lying on the wooden floor of memory
Each day you scribble a meaningful inscription on its grave
Υou raise your hands in despair
one would say you long for god's mercy
but you only aim at your deformed picture of loneliness
You are an angel of loss
yet you still believe that every single moment is worth some kind of honor..
You are a hopeless trembling candlelight in the need for oxygene
You are neither young nor old,
Nevertheless,the authorities will determine your age and life expectancy
through the complicated beaureocracy of a health system that buries people alive..
You are the living picture of failure,
according to their figures
But you arestill smiling 'cause you know that nobody dies until
the declaration of their surrender..
