Sleep my days just to forget the nights
Bittersweet was the roll of the dice.
Life is as sweet as I want to make it
Or as sour as I want to admit it.
The amputation of those empty memories is in process,
Removed from the core, that is my next move in this game of chess.
Attempts were made to erase it all,
Unfruitful attempts that only made me crawl.
Tart kisses are the best…….
The best to push you to the edge.
Insanity was not my quest
Always walking on the ledge.
Still the believe is there,
Life is as sweet as I want it to make it
Or as bitter and sour as I want it to admit it,
Even after every single empty stare.