Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Robot Eyes

The hardest you fell,
From the highest story,
Of the tallest building,
Of the biggest city,
On the busiest streets.

You know rain is coming,
When there's blood on your hands.

You put yourself to sleep,
Swallowed prescriptions to boss your molecules.

Each and every one.
No one knows what part of you is real anymore.

Who told you to jump?
The guy at the end?
Your imagination
Of the capsule you call your friend.

And you won't sleep tonight,
Cause you forget that you're alive.

These lights couldn't be anymore blinding,
But still you can't see.

A tear hits the bottom of the building.
Pavement absorbing my cries.

You landed amongst traffic...

I would have caught you in my arms.


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