...so I sit and wonder...
and I can ask
myself...
where I am...
So I go on drinking cheap wine
while my blood poisoned goes through my veins
bringing joy...
in dirty circles
I ponder a bit..
whether I am still here
full of nothing and this great something

and for a short gap
I write this useless poetry
dark and heavy as I am
profound and essential as I am not..
So I sit and cry a bit..
sippin..all the time this ...
and it seems it could last forever..
but it won´t make me forget you ever...