too hard

hardly

setting my mind

to face

the every day

keeps on

surprising

with predictability

and delusions

hard to put

into thought

disappearing.

 

changes

careless

soul in transition

will never be fulfilled

enough

have felt my skin

and eyes have seen

now colors are fading

and me don't feel.

changes comes slow

and some will never be

done

like i will.

 

darkness

black window

dark eternity

tight tunnel that swallows

emptiness

which always gets stuck

and wounds

are part of the depth

and darkness

of my throat

clenched i am.

broken lightbulb

by the light

nothing's clear

nothing's straight

and no surprise

is my life's main aim

more likely in the dark

all well known

have already happened

more than twice

my soul's stayed broken

in the room

without the light

and the lightbulb

so much far

like my head

without the hope.

the will

it's just me
who would
like the reality
to be different
but it's not
still the same
like what i can
is not useful
for any part
of nights' freezing
like what i've planned
the reality refuses
now i don't
despite i will.

 

untitled x7

nothing happens
nothing will
any way i run
nothing chase
me in space
the same is every time
when the moment seems to be different.