Thinking why

Late nights; thinking how, thinking why
You don’t but I have to die .

Gone, now it’s gone
No senses at all, blown away
Don’t say, keep your words
It hurts. And no you don’t have to try.
I, alone, still your clown
Pulled by the robes of compassion.
Can’t express the aggression

Will I ever win that something, forever?

Late nights; thinking how, thinking why
You don’t but I have to die ..