The screen of my laptop became not black
And maybe not white, but still in between
My heart wants to smoke, there’s only one pack
One cigarette left, where’re my nineteen

In my little soul there’s spilled gasoline
One cruel spark, one tiny emotion
Will set on fire their last heroine
Left neuron cells will kneel in devotion

I’m left forgotten in foolish notion
Of my own night becoming the day
When moon becomes sun in endless motion
The sky of my thoughts turns out to be grey

Who am I among my own questions
I try to gather my teared sections