i can't bite the snake
I've lent it all my teeth
where are all the reasons i need?
i'm over bored
and always

the motion is lost
drunken mornings
at the end of some love
it doesn't have a meaning anymore
to turn my couch into a bed
all those pages in my head
fading breath against a starless stain

who will be left to clean the skin?
i can't make a start
don't follows the lines
cut the letters and swallow the bleeding
spit it on these old eyes