21/7/11 (2)

I don't want to be alone.

I don't want to walk forward, look at the burning forest;

only to turn around and feel the midnight breeze behind me.

I won't do it; I won't.

And for every new person it's like a new disappointment;

I can call them what I want: pawns, experiments;

But I always get attached

And from there the pain starts.

I see cracks everywhere;

I saw the Titanic sink before it sailed; I saw the people frown,

I am on a bridge; burning from both ends

and the only way is down.

It's just how I roll