nite

Saying who am I, to who am I saying these and why?
And what am I, what are these things?
And who is consuming my wills?
Without even seeing
Even without being
A word fell upon us
With an unreasonable beauty of a silver knife
In a sudden shiver: is everything over?
As leaving me aside and departing
To the land of worn bodies, broken bottles, dusty pill boxes
As departing and leaving me aside
As leaving me aside alone
As leaving me aside lonely
How many times alone and how many times lonely
Yet many times human I will try to be…