How do we cope
with the days after a d**h?
Empty days. Nothing left
Not even a funeral
I see shapes falling inside paintings
Animals and humans, row upon row
Walking toward something
Waiting for something
I'm looking for an answer,
me and a million others
Disbelievers
Deserted lovers
Dear God, you'd better not let me down this time
Cracks in the canvas
look like roads
that never end