heartbreak,

dry,

bitter and bare,

fields are yellow,

imminently devastated.

thunderstorm,

acid rain,

dirty and heavy tears.

the world, cruel,

broken road,

depressing song,

silent fate.

death, me, and her,

always arm in arm,

unconditionally connected,

disconsolate is the mind of those who think,

and those who think,

dream.

when dreaming,

I lose myself in the mist,

I find myself in the solitude,

where there is only a certain Henrique, and his shadow.

I fall into eternity,

I embrace the emptiness I carry.

I am not, nor will I ever be,

anything.

I am nothing.

I possess nothing.