Falling

You knock the door

But no one answers

Because in the house you knock

There live no living soul

You scream with all the air on your lungs, calling

But only silence answers

Because silence is the only thing surviving here

There used to be strenght

And something else whose name I forgot

Now I hear laughing in the background

But I’m hiding, knowing they will never be mine

All that’s left is all there is

No fancy verses to take anyone to beautiful places

I can only take you wherever I am now

And I can assure you it’s not pretty

I’m a drop of something bitter

Falling somewhere I don´t know

And it doesn’t matter

Because a drop changes the taste of nothing

I’m just falling, for no reason but to someday evaporate again

Maybe I won´t be bitter the next time I reach the sky

Now I’m just falling…

I am the last moments of a Sunday

Just the end of something good

You curse because you know it’s bringing Monday now

I am the last bite of ice-cream

The one that’s already melting

And your lips can barely save before falling

Falling… Always falling…

You knock the door

Your patience is over and your fist’s already bleeding

I know you care

But I cannot answer the door

Because I am falling