Good morning

All the books are on the sofa,
Without anybody reading them,

The television is off and senseless,
A turn in the clock,

Already another day has ended,
and it was a lot like yesterday.

I thought that it was a feeling, but it ended up being a bug

Somewhere she hides what she wants.

Somewhere by her tight body.

She knows where, she just don't say it.

Inside her, fighting (it could be).

In any street, floating (and now I should look up).

Behind the hair, or between it.

Like a disturbing bug,

dancing,

screaming.

Useless walking

I went out to walk along the route,

The lanterns and the lights around,

A car every three minutes,

And then I saw someone similar to someone,

Of the past,

Of the high school epoch,

And when we cross we did not recognize ourselves,

Several cars happened,

And several months,

And then I remembered that I did not like him,

That I hated him,

And that it wasn't good to see him again.

Deadly night

During one night with smell of flowers in the air,
 In the rucksack I carry an equipment to kill,
 Rope, knife, gun,
 During one night with smell of flowers in the air.
In my mind I carry all the things of the childhood, and the idiocy, and the oblivion also.
 In the house my family is having dinner, or looking at the television, and the children already should be sleeping.
 During one night with smell of flowers in the air,
 In a street that catched my attention a few weeks ago, where she lives.
 The same thing might be one evening, but the night was made to kill, and the smell of flowers is nice.

Almost worried

The room in a heartbreaking darkness. There's a movement over the sheets, something that comes or goes, and I don't wanna know it. It's happening so far away from me, almost to my feet. And suddenly I feel that I should be worried about the issue.