Dry Your Eyes

Franz Kofta veggie burgers
Cinnamon and Pears
Feed myself on memories
That fight to enter
My current fucked
State of reality
Life is slipping
Through the cracks
Daily
I am missing bodies
That used to hold me
All I am left with
Are old movies in my mind

And a longing

That gnaws at

The root of me
I know holding on is impossible
Yet my hands are bloodied
From grasping so hard
For too long
And my heart refuses
To forget
That fucking song...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywAgzAYUFls