It seems as if your sun didn't shine on your face
It didn't warm you up
You're reluctant to pull your hands out
Your hands cannot hold a heart
A paper, a pencil, a burned, extinguished, finished cigarette
This is your life
Undone, thrown, broken, spilled, always in pieces
This is the end of the road
Loneliness
finds you in the hole that you're hiding in
Loneliness
stupefies you in your heartless body that you're making love
Loneliness
shots you down in your small house that you're trapped
Loneliness murders you
murders me
The heartbroken children of your loneliness age
Loneliness in your coal black hands
raises us with its colorable lullabies