End.

When my heart doesn't beat like it used to,

I will twist this knife and bleed my aching heart,
Lightly tear it apart
Lost with my eyes and
These are my starry solitudes

Home I return across the sea

I see the others far away

Such staggering peace, such enormous laughter but
Each part of me eats itself
Void in the
Evening
Rust
Ending this weather
Now, with my gun
Deprived from the world.