"Snowfall"

I watch snowflakes falling
touching my face, my skin
with a million cold kisses,
death smells like snow tonight
with this grey sky over my heart,
above the city,
I feel like crying,
I feel like yelling
yet I’m silent,
snowflakes keep falling incessantly,
I am tired, so tired being me,
so tired pretending I am not tired
being me.
It could have been a poem about death,
or love,
who cares,
lonely people searching surrogate of life,
feelings,
even death has surrogates who sell even better
than death itself,
its cheap and easy,
death is fake,
love is fake,
I know…just let me finish my last menthol cigarette
I will tell about everything you wanna know,
though I would lie,
life tastes better when you loose all
yeah,
who gives a fuck about you…
There is no future and no past tonight,
only this moment
when death smells like fresh snow
and I am listening Reamonn – supergirl on repeat
on my mp3 player.