dead leaves

yellow smiles, roads empty

ache in the heart

you are situated

to do it or die

a child king you are

a suicidal clown

you havent loved anything more than rainy autumns

and the hungry cats shivering from cold

and streets washed off from their sins

by the autumn rains

destination is nowhere

better to be a child king, and a suicidal clown

people who know me, know why

i keep quiet