jueves, octubre 01, 2009

Days like shit

by. Facundo Ezequiel

Days like shit
are over.
Days pouring
brown and filthy.
Underbridge days
with no bridges
at all
are done.
Days like cockroaches
crawling into
your guts,
feeling helpless
restless.
Days of wine,
whining,
ruby tears
tearing you
apart.
Alone in the
dark,
all the lights on.
Empty.
Days like razors
no more.
What may come
will be any better?

3 comentarios:

s u n dijo...

those days are gone.


excusez-moi, salut.

s u n dijo...

y feliz cumpleaños.

Facundo Ezequiel dijo...

Muchísimas gracias