2018.11.18.
my heart is crushed
A dead worlddrinks the cold milk
boats come and go
they bring more deads
mothers lose their kids
kids cry because they lost their mothers
monsters play cards
-Throw the five!- scream the dead killer
suddenly the lady sh't and watermelon speaks again
until the red moon takes out the knife
and starts killing
My heart is crushed in the poetry
and from the stones and the tears are rolling down
of the fat kid the thorns and dreams
Music of the machine of the boat
Lets never end ,hands in the port
its from you and for you I am in pain
i know a word of yours when it comes
its the joy of the empty market
because your arrow crossed inside
the roof of a bloody ambulance
hands,parties,promises everywhere
seven months babies that lived
and mothers always to worship
My heart is crushed in the poetry
the schedule of this boat
i want a silver word as well
and worked year in the forgetfullness of the wheel
to promise you
even if i am the last student