dead

the lines

empty lines

like my lite

like my eyes

like your heart

like the sky

when winds are blowing

rushing by

the clouds

crying

desperate

not trying

given up

dead

is it all in 

my head?

is it different 

for me

the future hard

to see

the pressure high

then low

perfection down

below

dead bodies

side to side

smiling face

to join the holy

to join the whole

to join the happy

down below

to join the youth

to join the old

to join the saddened

to join the bold

to lay in peace

to rest my head

with a soft smile

finally dead.