I am like a seriously ill patient who is unlikely of recovery
I am the story teller who has run out of stories
I am like a cigarette Burned to the stub
Suck me deeply and I am sure-
I cannot heat your nerves any more
I remember the days, when I carried you
To places that you had never seen
Places that you wished to remain forever
Together we jumped over the moon
We rescued caged love, we killed the angry beast
And we lived happily ever after
My stories made you drown in deep sorrow
So did it take you to hills of joy
I made you dream of lions of Africa
And of the beautiful vampires
I am a sick plagiarist, a liar
Telling you the stories of others
And the nonsense I made up myself
Just to grab your attention
Now I am like the lonely tree
Atop the dry mountain, Leafless and fruitless
My roots run into depths I cannot fathom
I cannot move but weep on the dead spring
