and I feel something breaking
tears roll down my swollen cheeks
my chest opens like old mansion doors
and joy paints a smile on my face
At my feet
another mask lies shattered
my heart, which suddenly jumped out
lies on the dirty sidewalk
I light another cigarette
and find my way to the next whisky bar
After another Irish car bomb
I turn around and walk away
dragging my feet like my heavy past
hoping I'll find a manhole randomly
The path to hell
like love
is hit and miss
the path to love
like life
is pain and bliss
And so I'm home again
writing my silly things
raindrops on the cold steel train tracks
tears on my warm and humid pillow
I really don't know why you're reading this
I'm just another passenger
that missed the six o'clock train
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