Broken Man

That face as pale as the moon at night striving to share the light through the dark.
Those eyes that look through places and faces so far but see nothing since they are blind from inside.
Hands that used to make someone so warm now are trembling uselessly at autumn.
Legs that lead through the streets side by side are not leading anywhere, such a sad fact.

Piece by piece trying to gather yourself from the ruins you have created yourself.
And it comes a moment when you can not get ruined again as you are made of it, is not it insane?
Days are passing like the shadows at sunset and soon all the bad things you’re going to forget.
Life is a colorful tricky game of one set so play and enjoy it but never dare to regret .