it does not matter what I say,
no one hears it anyway,
nor does it matter what I write,
no eyes ever give it sight,
everything just becomes lost,
left dead frozen like frost,
and so to dies my will,
leaving a void nothing can fill,
nothing I can drink,
no thoughts I can think,
not any colour of weed,
can fill my emptiness with what I need,
so I die in the empty arms,
of hope's senseless charm,
knowing she will forget,
and leave me to live in this shit,
of nothing, but grieve,
because she knows in her I will always believe,
because to her rules am always complying,
no matter how much it keeps me dying.
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