Gratitude, (for)

Could not count all the last times.

I swore that this was it.

So raise your glass to

those who forget you with their first

Came to, this morning

with a spinning in your head

Tried to wash it away but the emptiness stays

This is all that remains of you

A dead man walking

I won't try to fill your shoes

A spirit talking. I will never be like you.

Try to justify yourself.

I gave up long ago.