February 11th, 2015

The millions of faces I have seen
will all disappear one day
Where do they wear the pain?
In their eyes
or nowhere?
What is inherently transient
we want to make permanent
Clinging to what used to be
and I most of all
I want to let it seduce me
this feeling of death
And fill my coffin with ancient blues music

Now I hear my mother calling
as I lay sleeping

I was wrong

There is no end