The Wish

The Wish

How was I to know
that it gets stored
where the stories go?

Emptiness in me.
Great place to hide.
Clasp a view that died.

Beggars only take.
Their hands have failed.
Can lips learn to fake?

I don't buy that's me.
Why am I here?
My soul cannot see.

The moon lights my face.
My cold sunbeams.
I'll just run in dreams.

Unloading in bed.
I love my life.
I wish I was dead.

The past makes me see.
Now I am you.
And you will be me.

Your voice left my ears.
I am fine now.
I will cry somehow.