Curse

The last pain

The last suffering

the last verse.

I swallow everything, like distance.

The skies shall run dry

But i cant buy you apology for my being.

I wish you art and rain and love.

All good things and no me

where there are no more dry kisses

no more cataclysmic love

no more prayer

a place , where there is love all around

and you crave for love.