Escape

And he slowly takes the pen
His hand moves smoothly across the paper
The ink touching each atom of his white freedom
The words appear faintly and so feeble...
He's trying to feel what they say
Trying to fill the hole inside
Repeating them softly aloud
Convincing himself they will bring salvation
There is a momentary relief
Some silence in his mind
Pain dissolved in symbols
He knows it is never lasting
But it gives him comfort for now
Until he writes again...

Going to sleep

Turn off the lights before you leave
and don't look back, please...
Don't try to find your way back
into my heart like some lost keys.
There's nothing to be found anymore
Because there's nobody there
in the silence that you left here inside.

It's just a soul now craving for existence
in somebody else's dreams or even heart.

It's an echo of life fading away
in broken speeches, forgotten promises,
smashed between non-returned calls,
scattered around strange desires
all spread on this soft silky floor
that now nests me to my sleep

It's everything there but you never see
Turn off the lights now and leave...