JUST BREATHING

 

JUST BREATHING

Everything annoys me,even 
the sound of me breathing.
I think i would hate heaven
this rainy,unhearted evening.


Lightings come as a reminder
that every moment times change.
But i am getting blinder and blinder
and my mind thinks so strange.


Wanting to be free of thinking,
wanting to be free of feeling.
Can i cry a rain to be believed
or must i shout a thunder to be pleased?


This rainy,unhearted evening
i understood i have lost my soul.
There is no such thing as reasoning,
when you don't know what is your role.