Despondency

I feel cold and lonely

In this sleepless night with

-no body to hug

Nobody to love

A train outside is going

-somewhere, somehow

The cold wind blowing

-gentlely, My sad face

Reminds me, how late it is

Insomnia rapes my soul

All I want is this fucking day to

-end, but it does NOT

Slowly breathing cold air

Throughout my sick throat

I cough, as I suffer.

I hate X because I love X.

Now I'm part of restless people.

Dead people are leftovers that are left

-alone

I'm not dead, and I do live

Please someone, warm me!

Somehow, anyhow!

For your love awake my dying soul...