MY WEAPON

she doesnt know
what iamm suffering

she whom i loved
love means blood

my suffocation
my pain
depression

i amm pouring booze
on that wound.....

need to lose sense
that s my biological system

like in every love story
she s saying
forget all

i cant
it s a deep wound

dry leafs
lost rivers
my native a worse death.

starting my drink
at morning
i like early sun
and early bird

once it all will
invade by sea tounge
heart trumbling

became lonely
in darkness
one thing i can do
CRY CRY CRY CRY
cry enough......

let me write one letter to her
wrote lots of
and burned all

i amm losing milage of my heart
ii have to pour
i amm going to bar
to speed up my cry vehicle
and
cry cry cry endlesss
tear drops are my weapon
to her.......

MY WEAPON