girl

come on girl come play
a little game named
killing day.
everything reminding the
day should die.
the light, birds,
colours, sounds,
love, happyness, everything
bright should die.

come on girl push up
your memory, and remember
that lovely day were you said
no longer love me...
that was the time my sweet,
short life ended.
that was the time
i stopped feeling.

and now all love
makes me sick.
i think in all the possibilities
to call you: murderer!!!!
no past, present,
future, nothing.
a not feeling of non existence
shall we call it a ghost?

come on girl, look
at the timeless hole you have put me through.
feel what i can´t feel for you.
the hate, anger,
sadness, tears,
and tell me: how does it feel?

come on you miserable angel,
sucker of feelings.
without response the feelings
you have will desapear.
and you´ll be just like me.

by Adílio Sousa