woke up with a weird feeling
the feeling of feeling like crying
but having no tears to share
there was nothing but spasmic fights for air
every song ive heard lately makes me wish i was 8 again
i think my soul died a long time ago
im spending the night here
on an empty room with nothing but a mattress
one pillow and a white blanket
i wish i could live like this forever
every time i peek out a window that leads to the sky
ever since i was 17
the only thing i see is bombs falling down
when i blink someone gets killed
every time i rub my eyes someone gets torture
but if i was sleeping they would have died the same
morning is not completely here yet
i wish this night could last a bit longer
stretch its minutes until they reach eternity
then run until the ocean
and spend an hour contemplating the sky
because i would have the time

when does the good and calming last cigarrette of a night turns until the too early bad cigarrette of a day?
is it at 6.00 am?