Warm and desirable,
I would like it to happen now;
a sun's eclipse to hide my face in the dark,
Blindfolded by the very own stars,
I walk down the street of my shattered house.
Entering my house threw the creaky door
Looking at the rotten furniture,
Which as usual I go and leave them, as they are, alone,
A faint supernova, which I can see, threw my dusty window,
Counting UFO's with my broken telescope, hoping that one of
them
Will come and rescue me.
I am all alone in this cold night,
Looking at the dark sky's looking for some sign,
As I am walking,
Again,
Down the street of my shattered house.