Impure Wilhelmina

January
I cannot be all day long So clever, so clear-headed so broken down I've had enough of the fudging But tomorrow again I won't face anything I'm waiting for the dawn Holding my breath as if I was gone Kissing your neck as if you were here I've no one to love only the new day to fear Is it a new phase for me I have not cried since January It might be the sign To switch and embrace the final decline I've had such an empty life And it's a great weight off my mind To reach physical pain The divine gift offered to an old man Childhood is gone Love never found Life almost done And Death welcome From Letras Mania